If I had dreams, you would hold my hand Take me to a transparent purple sea Warm our pain in the desperate heat of the surf Smile into your eyes and let it drip into your heart Swallow your breath and inhale your stare Speech would strand us Enslaved in the fates Combating the words that neither of us would say
Reason for writing:
A wish for more time
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