witch_doctor_sakajawea

Evaporate

Such a wish
to express this cry –
this plea that bounces amongst
the reflections in those
two salt tears. The reaching hand
that falters. That quivers in the
space.
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Many have been seen from afar,
watched, studied and desired and yet
somehow it has all been a farce.
A thin veil.

No memory is complete, yet
sectors remain.
Some to haunt, some to fear
some to enjoy…
Like mist on a mirror,
it all fades, gradually.

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