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Thinking back, alone at night, in a long moment of stillness-
The vision is hazy, tainted by overlapping images of years gone by and recorded- your eyes a little crazier everyday.
We met- We could see nowhere from here in the dunes- under a moon, voices and silhouettes sweet cedar and sweat melting into the breeze and circling our heads.
The rush at once suspended in time- moon prism- like a phrase you speak forever or falling, the wind in our hair.
A dance, an ach fulfilled, and it was the pain inside- I recall it now- you released it with a smile.
To have an angel stolen away. Years passed. I remember the tears and the heaving- it was easy to feel things.
Others came and went and your eyes a little crazier everyday.
I saw your ghost again a hug, a look and- I knew- still haunting the moments of the past, you live on in buried souls, disappearing love.
I fear stolen rush stolen relief stolen angels.
Your eyes crazier everyday- leave me Oh angel of sand flies, blood shot white not with eyes I fight but the clouds of blue I first knew and banish the others away.. .
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