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Will you kiss me? On the lips,
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The ending of summer, begins with the beginning of winter.
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Placebo caffeine,
my mind thinks.
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Cast your mind to long ago,
extingush lights and scene behold:
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The camera obscura / can combine black and white. / The round lense and the shutter.. / snaps and stutters. / Chimney in the lane, a house,
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Hush / the silence weeps / weeps
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Sun rises in a delicate haze, silhoutted against the mountains,
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Twigs and branches litter the ground, they surround and enclose the -
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Brushing my bones together, shading in the cracks of ribs.
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Winter's chill. I find it seeps, and spills.
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Imprinting a sterile, solemn iceburg,
over the blooming flashback of your smile.
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dirt that cannot comprehend the scene.
Unlike us, who gasp in distorted mirrors.
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but for my fond memories.
Frosted over in the barren mists,
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Temptations i cannot resist,
the feel of your fingertips.
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One day i know you will slip out,
the gaps in my fingers.
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Leaves float, drift and tear
rust reaped by the ploughers'
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If today they will forge their sole,
in testimony to their immortal desires.
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I am curious.
If life were lengthier, would we be satisfied?
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Embarks, on waves of new adventures,
bubbling with a delighted enthusiasm.
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As marble,
sheaths emotion.
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The echo's of your laughter,
resonate around the frame.
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Melancholy sunset,
drifting..
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Glimmer like icicles in winter's whisper,
frozen in an inner reflection.
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Subliminal against heather-ridden marshes,
peeking out for insubstantial glimpses.
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Innuendo steeped streets.
Linger like smoke spirals as,
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shimmering heat
suspends and glistens
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tipped in whirls of red.
Paint drops of renaissance,
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