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Morning

I lay down in grass
still hanging on to the night
wet with morning dew

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Red lines

drawn deep into the weathered wood
red lines trace old verses we wrote
our words once shared now renewed
the past reborn

here we sat and spoke of love
a long, long time ago

Dull versions

their grey clouds mirror no truth to me
just dull versions of us deceived

what thought on being real
on seeing the world
the way we kiss, so sweet

our hands holding our hands
so tenderly
      they just can't see

they just won't see