© carol voccia....
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It falls so short
The time between now
And when
I ate each word and sucked out meaning
Between the rounds of drinks and torched
Dialog
You were high and lively and willing to risk and
I was drowning waiting for the sun to quake
Glimmered in all that was your
Shinning voice
Reflecting an eye wildly aloft
As flying hawks
Circling in the wind
Who were you when I
Squinted at mountains sorting out deaf dreams?
I just wanted to know
As you ride along on tinted glass and old smoke
How many shades of darkness do I need to navigate before
Falling with you into the big night?
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