The Ocean in Us #36

Lovely, tender, is the moment I met you.

Eyes peeling backwards toward the greater somethings,

The future wrapped up in the palm of your hand

Filled with nervously plucked grass.

I have always believed, will always believe,

That moments proceeded by moments proceeded by emotions

Coloring your skin with bits of dust like roses blooming-

Dusk rose, I read about that somewhere-

Bleeding, craft the pieces of a person together down to

The last piece.

By default, I am crafted by you.

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