We’ve
been propelled thus far by feelings of sharp silence
Hand
in hand, in the presence of piercing terror
We
failed to break out and admit our treason
Here
we stand, closely far in the flood of memory
Flipping
through the rugged pages of our moments…
Look
through the binoculars of a pedestrian view:
“The
simple coincidence of collision” is observed-
Why
can’t it be like it seems?
We’ve
grown whole with a hole
So
lucid yet faint
Our
chemistry has been roasted in sulphur
And
now we live as stark shadows subjected to our own weakness
Lord
knows why our passion hasn’t been leveled to foundations yet-
-MalieZ
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