the physical unfurls to be
the metaphysical, your gaze
shades the bland, white paper
that cradle these dreams,
your laughter spread across
ardent layers of the
things i hold within -
my fear, my sanctity
under what seemed to be
an endless night
imbued by nothing
that exist in the minds
of others, a dreary contrast
embossing only the rain.
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