What Stays Untouched, by Samanta
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Never knew how or why
we were no different after all
Back where life ends
I held your hand
Behind the border to your thoughs
life is forever
and forever is today
yet will it be enough the day
when the sun
streches across an office floor
and the winter
comes trough your wooden door?
And now we seek shelter
in the ticking clocks
staining lips and glasses too
seeing wilting flowers
along with music without lyrics
while the city's bones
melt under our doubts
and we hope that smoke
will cover our trembling costumes
from a stranger's eye |
Posted: 2018-07-05 18:15:45 UTC |
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