19~3

Standing on the edge

Looking over…

 

Where whispery breezes

Caress my hair

 

And warm honeydew

~Smells Sensuous~

 

Closing my eyes…

…Being stroked and held

 

I leaned into your embrace~~~

 

Only to find myself

falllllllinnng…

 

My intuition

Couldn’t catch me this time.

 

Blood pooling

By the chilled marble slab

That is Me

slashed

 

By the scattered

fragments

Of

My

dreams

 

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