an ocean's night keeps you from me
never again to see you at seven p.m.
sunshine's droop
reflecting smile's droop
refracting off sparkling moments of solitude
eight hours of my day
eight hours of yours
sixteen hours of sleep
collectively steal our contact
limited time on an already
limited budget
crowded with debits of touch
deep in deficit of skin
still in surplus of love
time isn't money
since it is priceless.
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i love how you write ... even if it's something a little down, it makes me smile to feel your creativity and intelligence :)
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