It was
as if we'd burned
from the same sun,
flames stretching
to heavens
palatable
to dioptric eyes.
How long has it been
since we'd met
in dapatical spirit?
You with hypotheses
never tested,
me, daring not
to pull you
to earth
just yet.

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As you are,
eyes making rebullition
of silence amid evergreens,
their shine exosculating
a soul love in snow
to photograph memories.
If only storms
sheltered the night
the way foolish whispers come,
missing you
after years,
so long gone.

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Haptic silicone lips
could never
replace ear to heartbeat
or make eutectic
our quiet romance,
the melody
played facinorous
in wait of ending
our endless phases,
and daydreams were
made sweet outcasts
on whimsical peace
we'd found delight in.

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