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These Dark Clouds, Colored Luna Grey

silky words
seep slowly  
into  
my crowded head,  
each one    
pulling    
vibrant colors  
from    
the atmosphere  
   
~and they sing~  
    
images flutter,  
landing softly  
across  
these dark clouds,  
colored luna grey    
with the melancholy  
of existing  
in skin    
that doesn’t fit;  
each stolen    
from memory,  
or  
my insatiable    
imagination,  
it’s hard to tell  
sometimes  
   
~they all sing~  
   
rotund bass notes  
sliding    
skin to skin  
against  
the upwards lilt  
that finishes    
your voice    
like a fine wine    
paired perfectly,    
and my ears  
are an empty glass,  
waiting
Author's Note
Written for The Who Do You Think You Are competition.
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