Her past is my present,
a melody underneath the moonlight
with the stars surrounding.
My lucid dreams are
where we fell in love
over and over again,
then awake
to forgetting how it felt,
but conscious to all of
the insecurities we’ve melted,
fusing our souls
at the lips… and ears…
your words, these woods
and the darkest of our paths,
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Dom S. Flagg