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I know of nothing
but the whispering in my head

you speak to me in riddles
while I try to unravel your thoughts
but come up short

you are a dreamer
an artist's perfection

I find my brushes and start to paint
but you just won't be caught


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nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree,
wind rustling the remaining leaves
gnarly branches,
black against the moon

the sweetest dreams,
taking residence in my heart

you & I
an impossible possibility
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In silence

never would there evermore
a song upon a breeze
for music has forsaken us
went lost among the trees

now darkness has surrounded us
and vanquished all the light
in silence now we just await
the visitor in the night