one could get lost there
homelike comfort blue skies
like the irises of her eyes
a magenta paradise, 
its splendid gestures
if only ever so fortunate.

we reach out with hands that care
towards the glow of unspoken memories. 
radiate we like the sun
as we walk hand in hand
the lamb beside the saint,
cherish these moments endlessly
for tomorrow we have no guarantee
what will await us here.

we crowd the couches us few
a flood of friendly faces
sit around laughing lost 
in a nameless hour as we
elude the light of another 
sun rising. and try we do, we attempt 
to recreate the footsteps laid.

the drugs wear their grooves 
in the hardwood 
surfaces like pen...

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