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Sunday, 8 January 2017

Poem: Dissipation

You're like gossamer, 
Treading through my fingers, 
Slipping inch by inch, 
Till I feel nothing but the air. 

A puzzle, likening yet distant, 
Novel yet achingly familiar;
Crawling your way into the heart, 
Only to dissipate in a painful sizzle 

I grasp the cold sheets, 
Breathing in your darkening scent; 
Writing the memories away, 
Away, in a manger to hell. 

Say goodbye to the churchyard, 
Where our paths had crossed; 
Nights rich and full of promises, 
Are but dreams painted by Lucifer's hands. 

Copyright © 2016 thearcticstar

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