Title: When I Fall Asleep In Call With Imouto And Wake Up Once To See Him Cheekily Smiling At My Sleeping Form, Fall Sleep Secure, And Get The Best Mental Imagery In The Morning
skin paper
the damage is art
colors unimaginable
a beauty unspoken b y others
the flow
the flow
words cannot compare
only held as a metaphor
blues and greens
highlighted by a brilliance of white
a soft red and violent purple
your glory is leaking
your love is seeping
je t'aime
is the thought that graces my mind when
I see
the damage done on your masterpiece
while society sees regret
a pool forms underneath you
spilling, your vibrance
I scream
Don't let it all go
You are much more than they say
but time passes and the pool is rich
clouds of a spectrum
you
my love
are gone
in a lake of luminosity
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