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Your breath is line pheromones
Which seep into me,
Just to infatuate me,
Into a sombre deep silence,
Running through my veins—
The fissure holds no strength
Against the flow of this translucent ecstasy,
An ecstasy of epiphany,
Coursing through me like waters of the sea.
In a vast amplitude—I'd still find it,
Marring my soul so deep
That it carves upon my skin,
Swishing my breath away.
And finally now
I can feel.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
