Micropoetry#83

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He’s in love…

When the sun sinks in the abyss he holds me and tells me he’s in love with my anxieties that curl around his gaze in the chill of the dark when I shiver he pulls me closer and tells me he’s in love with my fears that speak more than my lips do he grips…

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The Colour of Us

We run past fields green and hopeful your laughter echoes as the shade catches on… And when the sun sets on the horizon you turn amber and smile in golden waves better than the ocean… We stand holding hands at the edge of the world where the red sky fades into nothingness… your fingers trace…

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