you are disappearing
through cracks in the
ceiling and slipping
through my fingers.
i've always been scared
to lose you, but
now it's not
just
a
fear.
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deflorationis
Puisian anthology of short fictional stories that came from the darkest caverns of my mind, or perhaps were inspired by the sunniest of days. © Moonlitsadness, 2015
dissapear
you are disappearing
through cracks in the
ceiling and slipping
through my fingers.
i've always been scared
to lose you, but
now it's not
just
a
fear.
