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My depth of feeling runs on high,

skirting the edges of canyons

in ribbons of ash grey;

it plunges deeply, a scarlet neckline

into blinkered trenches, swimming

freely in the dark water.

Your face, hurtling asteroid,

flashes across the radar, and

my heart is buoyed by the snap

of a slingshot, catapulted to

fresh, lilting dreams.

Depth of feeling, conscientious

heart, lingering across the

memory of every brush of skin,

every word hanging in heavy silence,

every breath that mixes with yours.



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