By: Shelbi Henny
smoke clouds collective I was distracted by sensual analogies that birthed the similarities between me and us remembering colors that seemed to much forcing myself to realize the senses what makes this seem to turn me how is this realistic passing the temperature to normal when it was once winter what can fix this when trust seems like a word never defined what else can a stranger ask that hasn't torn like fabric rolled thin yet coated in thick plastic whats pure classics when lovers seem tragic romance never lasted yet we stare at each other lost in pure madness when you can touch me without explaining but will you ever know me when physical leads us to magic and history is left in the past when and then can I claim it or will I live in the moment probably will never notice that it passed right through us pure currents
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