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2003
Cornflower skies
rest upon our eyes
as we float on the fumes
of a brief eternity.
The magnetic fields of youth
draw our lips closer,
we realize we're dreaming
as we dream of reality.
I rewind this memory
on the broken screen
of a lonely afternoon.
We had to cut the summer
so we could run
towards the autumn,
the sound of scissors
still clear as a tear
in my ears.
rest upon our eyes
as we float on the fumes
of a brief eternity.
The magnetic fields of youth
draw our lips closer,
we realize we're dreaming
as we dream of reality.
I rewind this memory
on the broken screen
of a lonely afternoon.
We had to cut the summer
so we could run
towards the autumn,
the sound of scissors
still clear as a tear
in my ears.
Published 19th Mar 2023
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