words

 

 

photograph

the memory of you is like a long forgotten photograph;

old and unwelcome.

that night when we first met

Falling 

        Falling           

Falling 

Into an endless embrace of darkness where your photograph still haunts me.  

 

Lilac Water

I take a sip

let the liquid drip down my chin

a quick burn. 

Just what I was craving

 

 

 

 

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