the soulful melody
that sang, sang a little
boundless in
the lyrics it held.
shelf upon shelf,
leaning forever towards
a never after
and that foolish
sort of a love i held;
a moment's worth of
leaves that greyed,
the strands
that gave up pigments of
inflamed adoration.
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Your words are beautiful.
I don't know if I'm falling in love with you or your writing.
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