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reflections on paper over slick colored letters
only the date remains to cast the years gone by
it’s hard to draw the memories blank
letting the warmth of one summer night crack

the melody of the violin has faded away
but the music of the day I still remember
adagio in the green of his eyes
rondo in my veins, prelude to our little utopia

he was swimming in glory over my conquered heart
i was soundless, drunk from the flames on his skin
he was in love with a fairytale
i’m still breathing the flashbacks of a blooming rose



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