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She knows the way through star-lit purity, And a forced beginning. Never looking back to see what follows Until it entraps her with an everlong glare. So pretty as her satin shoes slip past me. Her eyes pass over me, Then she seems to melt into the perfect, Azure sky. I follow, then I'm gone. I lose myself in her frenzied wake, And drown among the clouds. Our hearts stop, now alone. Me, in a grave spilling gravity, Her, strolling strong, seeking the disjointed. But can't you see? Positivity has made a corpse of me. That's all I'll ever be: happy. |
Copyright 1998 Nick Kobach.
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