(g)olden, pure memories
of you --
you are here but you are not.
fluttering, pounding tremors
green translucence
(f)low throughout
seafoam cutouts
and stillframes and
(s)till I love you
[ I will not go back ]
Heart, beyond the pale,
floating on the periphery of
comparisons between
love and hatred
nauseatedness and apathy
innocence and harlotry.
You walk (t)his fine line
walked to edges sharp
and faults confined
setting fires to the already flammable
and leaving me quivering
in (y)our steathless wake.
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