Having shared a long friendship with disorder
I only wonder whether
You would introduce order to scatter
I see my being drowning in you,
Like words succumb to a conversation
I hold my breath close to me -
As my sight holds tight to you
In this desperate breeze of darkness -
Grips seek embrace; and weaken too.
As moonshine forages through mist
I reflect on the irony;
Smooth streamlines in your eyes
Betray the lost, turbulent child.
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