the indelible shade of crimson
i now call you has touched
all corners and alleys of my
night, bleeding, fumbling,
conniving with the odd seconds
that brought us together,
hastening all the hours to
the vacant cities within your
gaze, dragging lines across
parchment, as if to remind
me i am soulless without
the scent of your and
how you know things, how
you reach for me here and there.
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