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kakukakyo
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Autoplay OFF   •   9 months ago
A poem for someone out of reach.

Her

Memories are but snippets of images

Echoing behind my eyes

Your features are but waves of sound

I see beneath my skull

The way you move or how you walk

Dances in my head

Your voice a rush of coffee beans

Brewing before Sunday's noon

A smell so bittersweet

I recognise from underneath the grounds

When you pull away the plugs To hear my words and word my talks

Loud chatters are but background noise

Stumbled upon by passersby

What songs do you listen to?

The serenade songbirds warble

Or the nocturne sung by whales?

The aria you whistle on the driver's seat

Tastes like apple pie from childhood times

A taste that lives on in my memories

A taste I knew

But nevermore

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