A Quiet Caution
Pick your words carefully.
Once they
escape
your lonely lips
they cannot be contained.
That Spacey Far Off Look
I do not dream the way you do.
At night
with my head
resting on
the pillow
I cannot recall
the passing visions
laid bare before me.
So I dream when I'm
awake to make
up for my lack
of memory.
memoria
I can still feel
the touch
of your hand
against my skin.
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