Remind Me Later


You remind me of the taste of the smell of the sight of...
And every moment dies when you are cold in stone,
Shivers ache my bones, braiding the stars in aphotic tones.

 My senses


My voice is humbled by the wind,
I think of you and I think of him,
If you could love as well as you could sing,
You'd be the reason for which I'd live...

Remind me later, if you want to live

This thought lodged down your throat. 

The End

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