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We call that time “before.”

a place of still Empty space,

trace of order but clinging to naught

Heavy hearts and compromised promises 

Of second guessing and …

Second guessing

The lost value of a dollar spent to get inside 

where one does not belong

Set course for abysmal blue

Asphyxiated. Transfixed. 

Then there’s you.

Organic lines in fine designs

Showing all possibility

A single touch of red and yellow

Warming up the hue

Of hidden truths and purity.

So fearless and unafraid

Changing me

Because I love you.