~*Delightfully Morbid*~ (vampyregrrl) wrote,
~*Delightfully Morbid*~
vampyregrrl

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poem

When all the tears
have been desiccated
and my hands remain unheld,
I will still love you.

When clouds of cataracts
obscure these eyes
I'll still remember
days when we touched

so sweetly, butterfly wings
lips brushing mine, our
love still hangs in the air
of cool nights and summer days.
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