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mixed in silence

reach me in the morning,
I've adored the lights
peeking through the blinds
reaching you, in the morning
somethings aren't as poetic
as the silence I've discovered,
but I've written a hundred letters
to capture this
as the blinds shape the shadows
that create...
this awkwardly composed thought
reaches me like memories in the dark
I ramble on to find you
hidden in these words
like a melody mixed in wine
goodnight said the doctors
goodmorning said your eyes

20 Mar 18

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