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[ohdarling__x]

There are pieces of me
& they follow,
follow you like ghosts,
soft whispers, untamed melancholy &
fingertip touches on sleeping skin.

The night and the thunder roll,
lightening flashes anger and conflict,
gunpowder blasts of war across the heavens
& you,
you open your eyes in the darkness.
& there I am in breathless fragments,
threatening violence,
beautiful hatred, bitter love.