Paper Dreams

the graphite crumbles on this canvas
under my rage
and all i want to is show
the flowers in my hair
and the way you smiled
that day.
but it's fading in my memory
not yet captured where i can always rememeber.
when will we collide,
and not clash or shatter,
but join again?
on my paper dreams.
i can still see you, paling
i need to syncronize this lead
with my mind
before i'm out of time.

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