Shredded lines
Hardened times
Isolation
Is his broken spine
Roads that meet
Divided by the past
Escape jarred up emotions
That never last
Prisoned by
Entwined vines
Hungry like wolves
Silent cries
Moon over river
Bring me your dawn
Scent of your nature
Waves of perfection
Brush against your lawn
Scents gather
Filling the air
Teasing the wildness
That once was there
Brushing fogged
Up glass
Prints of gasping clasps
Fingers hold
Fast moving breaths
Hearts beat
Like drums
Encased in
One another’s figure
Sheltering the fire
That burns
Deep inside
Fogged up glass
Eyes close fast
Fantasy fills
The air
He is her challenge
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