cracked lips.
a faint flicker of shine
leaking through the webs of my mind.
littlethoughts.littledreams.little
blatant and tempting
like frivolous passion under clouded
stars and puntured moons
where there is no space for me
to breath.
curved in.
warm and safe
a body, an artwork
eyes of daylight and
lips of a religion i conjured from my
heart.
they are strange words
but familiar to a dream long forgotten
a beautiful dejavu.
cracked in.
curved lips.
whisper.
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