from a dark place

How did you find this place even when dreams
had been buried deep down in the ground?
Maybe ’twas the scent you sprayed in my mouth
when you kissed me and planted such
beautiful words in my brain.
Some dreams are meant to die, others are
not meant to see dawn at all.
When you’re done,
close the door
behind you.


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