There are two moons, a celestial glow,
the offspring found in your eyes. twin pinpricks offer no glimpse of
memory under the dark stars. Nights submerged in the river of your
flesh have left me no closer to you, no trinkets to adorn any future.
You have taken from my breath promises, seeping between us, something
assigned value by its theft. I will return for the chance to
remember, perhaps there is truth in the agony of the tangible
.
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