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Here we bleed
Without fluidity
The cuts are deep
But leave no scars
All secrets kept
Beneath this canopy
All dying light
Like ancient stars
Here we touch
With no true intimacy
A kiss is papery
On drying lips
Here our names
Hold no legitimacy
And all ambition
Blindly trips
Here we weep
But there’s no comfort found
And friendship falls
Lost memories
And to this mast
Our feet and hands are bound
Our selfhood lost
By slow degrees
(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved
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This is really beautiful, Helen. š
Thanks so much!! š š
You have that knack for magical rhythm. š
Thanks Chris, that is so kind of you! š š