Gravity

by Salinity   Dec 15, 2006


Trailing downward spiral,
in a saline revival
yesterday's sights
now blind in hiding tides.

A last disillusionment,
a permanent conclusion,
a strayed frayed candlewick,
burning in my own abyss.

Would you be my Angel?
would you be my kiss?
tender smiles and heaving souls,
was but our fable.

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