.
.
.
alive …
.
.
Lashed against jagged truths,
plumbing the depths of lost emotions,
straining to hear your voice calling me back.
.
.
Aching to taste
your breath scalding my lips,
pining to feel
forgotten whispers murmured,
swirling around
the rapids,
gasping for air,
nursing a simple dream,
nothing grandiose …
to feel
once more –
alive.
alive …
.
.
.
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