This withered roses
fragrances now
Neither you nor for me to
The trees you loved
show how desperate they stretch
the pale skeleton
heaven.
black holes in space
me the meat from the heart
eat up the heart center.
Your kiss
The bitter left its stamp on my mouth
evidence of the barren landscape
The
the comedy in my meager mind
.
(via photography pony xpress , poetry by me)
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