Yellowedsunlight streamed through cobwebsto illuminate decaying memoriesthere was a time when love meantback massages when I was tiredand making fun of all the hair on his armsjust to apologize in fluttered lashesmy hand reached through yearsjust to find hisbut sepia crawls overall of the colorsnow when our eyes meethe mutes the connection,draining me wordlesslymy smiles…

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