I asked you about the weather,You asked if I was sleeping.Neither of us touched the truthPressed hard against the glass.Time was called, our red eyes metBut our skin was not permitted.I hope you know I miss you — and all your ways.
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Liberate me
Shrouded in the smoke. On It’s silver cloud I wish to float away though here I’m succumbed nothing free, not he, not me, So stroke my heart and help me fight, as I lose the light from the dark of night liberate me from this state of mind liberate me from this place in time.
Smith Shine Poetry 