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~im not sure if this works~

The softness of a dream voice whispers
words that could send goose bumps to arise
he lies upon fallen leaves
colored orange from the fall
I gradually move my way through the forest
and lie parallel from one another
the world ceases to exist around us
as sky absorbs our thoughts to make room
for the truth
our voices speak as one
the moment the moon hits our skin
with rays of blue
he turns to whisper the words from my mouth
inviting my heart into his
finger tips slightly touch secrets neither
would have told
my eyes began to fill the past
and yet he wraps his promise
simply in what I need

~make.me.a.memory.~