your face
swims before me, stark against
blurry darkness that lays
like an open stretched road.
sometimes
each fibre of your smile darts
and stays supended on my mind;
i can feel seconds
our eyes locked through shadows
and found flickering lighthouses
etched deep in our brittle souls.
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i just realized how ridiculous and vague that was. lol. i meant i dont know about "and found flickering lighthouses." the alliteration is a little odd. but im weird.
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i dont know about the lighthouses. the rest is fantastic.


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I've always loved lighthouses; it's actually what drew me in, and I'm glad. Your lighthouse metaphor is well done.



