Thursday, September 19, 2013

Upon Waking

I make you laugh
to adore your snort
I whore your time
and still want more
I find strength in a love
we don't share
I can't see you
so I dream you're here

The distance between us
is made of more than miles
the spectrum of this space
is the substance of denial
I picked you like lavender
killing beauty over laughter
you're my favorite book
and I've only read a chapter

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