And not even the clouds could touch the placenta of my eye.

How the clouds waver across the silhouette of my aura...

And the wind could only whisper a silent hymn while the dogs barked.

Footsteps patting across the concrete.

Sly like a fox,

Cornered like a shadow.

My eyes grasp the lips from under the sea,

And drenches them in a sky with children watching over.

-CMCrain




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