Sorrows of the breath

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My Picture: An early morning drawing.

Shudder in the dark

a drunken moon serenades me slow.

Craving more than in the last life,

like water dripping through dreams of love.

 

Her soul in my eyes

tells me nothing’s left to fear.

A doorway to stir in new hope,

that pedals forward inch by inch.

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