What We Can't Say
By KissTheSkyPH
I can’t escape painting the past with you In a breath, In a dream, Red wine reflections softening the corners of our recollection. We sketch the seams And beseech each other to color in the gaps That threaten to swallow us if we miss a beatMay 2001, Written October 27th, 2001 © on Oct 26 2001 05:04 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I can’t escape painting the past with you..."