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You are somebodys poetry. Until words formed On the white of paper, My mind tangled up A million thoughts. Ink kissed patterns Spoke so little of them. Until you came: And wrote me down in breaths; A verse of me, amidst your sighs. Now I am a finished poetry. Gathering dust, resting in the gaps Of your maddening heartbeat. I am the void Your life survives in. Tonight, breathe me again, In ways no soul can fathom. Or read me up once, Twice, three times or four. So I am consumed Letter by letter, Syllable by syllable. In fragments and whole. So, in your consumed breaths, Heartbeats and gaps, Dust and atoms, I shall remain forever As your poetry. #Bunny_Muses
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 13:40:11 +0000

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