Run, desire, run.
In whirlwind upheaval, these sentiments would elude comprehension
sifting through clenched fists, water spilling from shattered glass
broken and brilliant
To entertain the periodic flight of fancy
crested splendor upon lips partially parted, breath escaping in ephemeral clouds
warm and disarming
A dalliance upon bright eyes that will never dull
entwined hands that will never let go
within a heart that will never die.
Oh, how you rip apart the clouds in all my days,
whilst others all fade away.
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