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...we all have something
inside
that stirs a trigger
releasing memories
of darkness
passion
fragrance
fear
not knowing
how or where to release
these weighted bubbles
filled
with slate and sorrow
they form scars upon our hearts
for ones closest to us
to see
I've run my hand
across yours
and you've run your hand
across mine
and I would rather walk
in light with you
shining
hand in hand
writing a new chapter
together
and no longer hold
glimmers of refracted love
that only weaken
with each beat...
