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::: Pink Index Cards :::

Passion
is a broken hearted recluse waiting
by the phones severed cord
takes long walks on the beach
and dives headfirst
naked
into the bitter winter waters
its knocking at your door ready to whisper
its fantasies into your ears
maybe gently
maybe with the burn that urged the lust to press into our veins with some haste we cant ever fathom
besides clarity, its overrated
she brings the stars to convince you of the blind dance across black skies
whose to say that’s so bad?
were just praising their brilliant deaths after all
passion
did you notice me reaching for your hair
when you took that dive to the streets below
I might have lost my fingers playing your favorite song
calling your name was worth it
subtle
little
crescendo

Written by: ~ Christian Melendez

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