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Thanks for the positive response=) Here's another, by request.
They speak in riddles
Twisted fragments
Beautiful and paper thin
Guilty as it feels to need
I love the way the light reflects
Her face, hands, eyes
But then I wake, shivering
Alone in that darkness
I’m in too deep
I lost sight of her
Like foggy autumn mornings
Reach out to touch
But know that truth
Is only hanging heads
And sleepy afternoons
Sinking ships
Hitting bottom
~aiwapla
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