it's a grey morning fog

hazing over the landscape; the person ; love.

it makes distant       .

further away then it really is,

it blurs the lines. 

whispers,, "you are alone "

it's white noise 

hushing the love of the Sun  

drips into the earth between the soft skin of your feet  

makes slippery what you reach for 

An aeonian drab

a monochromatic moan,

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He stares at me

As if I could walk away and leave any second

Take my hands and learn me

Read my palms

Open my heart

I give myself to you

Opening me

Know my insides

And my outside

Studying me

Brown and green

A colored pair

Golden specks

I stare back

Harder

Brown curls and blonde locks

When I’m with you

I don't need air

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