IF
!Confusion...
Closely holding you
Under the covers at night...
Drinking alone on a Friday night
Running on empty in this endless plight...
Her eyes are filled with ebony stars
encircled with thunderous cloud formations...
A grain of sand
Is what I am...
Orange bleeds to dreary inky dusk . . .
I haul leaded legs over a hill...
September rains have arrived
biting their tongues...
Laundry scattered
crossed my toes...
If I could find all of the smiles from all our...
then I would put them into piles, soak them in...
I,
would love to smell...
There is a place, where the sea greets the land
where white bubbled water, washes golden sand...
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years later...