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[invisiblepoetry]

She falls right into me
With the thunder
Of passing storms
And I see love
Somewhere between
Her eyes and smile

Slowly
Prevention to the
Sanction of words
Held by bitten tongues
And the fear
Of years gone by

Sometimes we find
Sanctity in hiding
From the drunks
Of emotional passing
Ringing like bells
On steeple hours

Still she drifts
Like songs
Of forgotten countries
Lit in irredescent
Scenes of New York
On the best days
To surround cities
To fall
And refusing
The sense
To care