The lush and verdant sea of her eyes
Remain mysterious
In repose, I remain still, counting breaths
The walls dividing us no more substantial than the bits of the screen
Filtering perceptions we weather the depths of our disappointments
Our passions gone to rot and depravity
Lie still, vaporizing the last words of the others into an odorless azure mist
Breathing the mist we know power
Knowing power we vacate this desolate crossroads
Holding back we want to know things
But only with the lightest of feather brushes
The lights of the depths of the eyes rising…
Breath with the bursting of new seeds

Moss terrarium candy jar

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