black tights
his imagination
keeps stretching

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how far
will it carry my dreams-
the broken feather

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pitch black
the night slowly colours
my skin

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Her ricochet of words reached me
Pain scratched on her face
Scars from shrapnel etching trails
Where stories are doomed to stay

I helped her on the train
And she held on
Almost too long
But just long enough for our lips to touch
As the blast from another rocket stained
And she fell again...