heart drawn longing with fingertip in, this
the sandy surface upon which we once
confessed what we thought to be   adoration
and now as i taste floating dust upon my
tongue i find hidden messages that fall
from my thoughts, aboard the earthy particles 
land lightly aside, around the tiny round stones

                                        sorrow was here

born from blind youth, and seemingly idle thoughts that 
escalated and dropped us farther than..
we were never prepared for such intensity

    trembling lips.. moist with 

we were lost mercifully to childhood


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