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gently mad

it began with a glance,
a fleeting spark.
eyes meeting in silence,
washing away the dark.
the universe held in pause
while time stretched thin,
his hand brushes mine,
he feels familiar
against my skin.
a little less buried
with each time we kiss.
I cannot help
but to be swept 
further into bliss.


 

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◄ after a Happy Death

dear diary, it's me again ►

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Arrianna

Wed 11th Sep 2024 03:36

This is a really nice poem 🙂 I like It

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