i hope.
Down this road
I hope to know you
Like unplanned evenings out
And morning calls before
The birds
Like silken ribbon
Curling over my heart
And dedicated music inside
My palm
I hope to watch
This page of us
Turn slowly
As its colors fly
Freely off the page
Soaking us in
Ridiculous pleasure
And all we’d ask - is to be
Stained.
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