fiction, musician, poetry, writer


We could banter,

Say all the things.

Whispering in moonlight,

Exchanging rings.

We could tell truths,

Deeper than sea.

Exchanging oxygen for words,

Until we’re free.

We could sing,

Our hearts the drums.

Making morning night,

Darkness always comes.

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