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[chocolait]

Along the edges, colors blur it seems familiar.
While you read your magazine,
I was counting all the markers.

And California seemed to draw you like a siren
From a postcard, in a letter, or a frame of film melting.

But under you, I feel your breath move in, out slowly.
Under you, let go completely feeling you take over me.

You moved in slow degrees
A sudden memory
You're a Leonard Cohen song