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Lukewarm autumn baths
Soaking hair in candlelights
I hear your screams
Hear the echoes of the morning dew
You call my name
The satisfaction of the absence
Leaves my fingertips
Reaching out for lonely heroes
Your cracked voice
Lingers absurdly in my ears
I wash the whispers
Clean my charcoal heart
The rhyme is not a rhyme
When mind floats above you
I tilt my head up
And the ceiling caves in
Whilst you're still the hero
I never had a chance to push away
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Confessions of a Melancholic Dreamer #Wattys2015
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, gathered through years of creative black-outs and self-preservation. 'Feel the rhythm of a thumping heart through the lines of a daydreamer.' Copyright ©GRETA GREE 2015 Currently ranking 214 in Poetry category (6/29...
