i trace your smile on
this paper like it is sepia,
a vague, arresting memory
that cannot be denied
and i let go of defying
the beginning we have found,
the end we will never suffer,
as i only know how it is to
exist now, in this moment,
in this time scorched and
molded by the heat of
your eyes staring into
the midnight's caress,
never to leave your side.
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