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Cursed is the burden of an angelic memory
weighing down my thoughts till past and present amalgamate.
How beautiful she was; is.
Agnosco veteris vestigia flammae...
Where the bee's hung their castle from the tree that is her heart
Red cherry oak lips; nectarous.
a taste of home.
and for one night on a dusty, cheap, bouldering pad
when i held you close and you held me close and the only thing said were secrets in whispers as warm as the desert wind.
Our eyes just headlights on a storm veiled road.