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Ravenous fingers

Posted to Poetry

That long to reach out to you
But knows not how
As if the experience in itself
has vanished
We knew that it would
come down to this instance
We're the blood begins to pool
Purple swirls about the skin's surface
It has grown cold
There is no life in it left
Just empty eyes that see the color
Painted upon the landscapes portrait
As black or white
When there are so many beautiful ones to see
That will never become me