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Disorder

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All pale skinned and darkness

It’s the fine lines in my head that ran with you

Holding hands amid disorder

The chorus folded into the corners of our secrets

Stained and broken and beautiful magic

It’s finding the smell of you ingrained in my memory

That pulls me all undone

Slow release euphoria..  and then..

I waited for that moment in the sunshine in the rain

It’s the scattered parts of my heart that danced with you

Holding hands amid disorder

 

©Essentialsoulpoetry2017

 

 

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