Memory,
a composition of similes...

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I yearn to hate the night, to grimace...

It's such a quiet day
when I am not flustered...

Trust;
the unfolding of wings...

I summoned you as if you were
a call away from Barcelona...

Grace
ensuing...

The fringes of my skin
are undeviating...

Departure took away the little dreams
I had budding for us. There were barely...

Psychedelic concepts
spread round 'neath...

A young man
in a greying soft sea green...

As long as she inhales
starstruck sunshine...

I swear I've glimpsed
your burnt orange skin...