February 2012
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thevirtualhermit:
This isn’t ‘goodnight, sweet dreams’
Common words and familiar phrases
That I type into my phone
To send to you through
Wires and miles and miles
It is my lips
Kissing your forehead
My voice low and soft
Murmuring ‘I love you’
Before I close my eyes
To sleep.
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wrinkles.
thedustdancestoo:
kiss my face,
my fingers,
the palms of my hands.
leave your mark
on my skin; abiding
impressions of the seconds
we shared,
so that i might remember you still,
at the end of time
when my memory has faded,
the sun has dimmed,
and you have fallen asleep.
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thevirtualhermit:
We write plays in our heads
Dictating each other’s perfect lines
Every word we wish to hear
All the gestures to make our hearts skip
We hide the scripts in drawers
Give the leads no direction
Then complain about the acting.
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