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She Grasps At A Dream

She grasps at a dream
and falls through the shadow
bottoms up as the sky
comes crashing down.
Confused tongues sing in tones, sepia.
Fear of lust lost
Fear of a beating heart
The words we wouldn't
Say poured over us
Like a warm rain,
The sun will show his face
One day, maybe soon,
Maybe only in the aura of starry thoughts.
But he will come
And take the dream
From her eyes
And shadows no more

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