- As if the room
could swallow me
whole and erase
the pain of the
inevitable, betrayed
by the promise
of tomorrow.
- Sparks ignite the
night like the
red burning
embers of
charcoal.
The warm
touch of your
supple lips
against mine.
- Darkness shadows
the room like a
vulture lurking
over its desert
prey.
but a small shimmering
light still flickers,
keeping the shadows at
bay.
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