Go away in me
Like dew drops on strawberries, and I bear your dreams on my skin.
Color my hands with plum flowers,lilies and pink leaves. My breath lost in your cuddle.
These hills murmur a story, slowly, through the grainy sky. Rainy scent on our wrists and monkeys chattering on the house rail. Somebody wants to forget their future; somebody wants to melt their heart. Washing machines churn empty wombs and Billie Holiday slits her throat.
You are a part of this story. Come away closer to me.
My heart has just started talking.
Come inside a smokey room. With a paper and pen. Incense and cigarettes, flowers and water. They all go together, too well.
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