The Names Are Not Yours

As you touched the need in me to feel beautiful and free I watched as the trees grew closer and loomed then dissipated into tiny sticks leaning to one side I wanted you to reach so deep inside me till there was no room for what existed before But then I recalled you were a dream a brief passenger in my life and like the trees you could only be present then move further away photo-2

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