Make me
A scent of almonds
my skin like salt
falling at night
fading you in me
your hands grasping
burnt earth
white sparks
make it numb
be a burning cold disease
come and hide
where there is no space
come and hide
dreamy blue
and those bad nightmares
im a compound of
the dust
i wont be more than
me so transparent
we can watch them vanish
towards whispering white
something is broken
under the sky
Poetry by Celeste
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Written on 2008-11-18 at 21:44
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