Is This What We Are?

November 2, 2017
By Gray1 GOLD, Carefree , Arizona
Gray1 GOLD, Carefree , Arizona
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And I ask you to say nothing

because your words tangle my spine.

Can you not see my eyes--
thick with ice, mirrors of some memory

that will leave you lost for miles
just to be burnt in shades of blue?

But your hands clutch mine,
as if it was some sort of light

that could exist only in the rain
but i've already left it behind.

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