Thirty-eight
Full from the love they made
And thriving on the craze
With a heartbeat
Everything syncs back with ease
Portals to the unknown
All that was torn inevitably comes to be all that is forlorn
Boom
Boom, boom
It is only you and I encompassing this room
This universe
Breathes what lost souls once endeavored to define
We meet again with a heartbeat
The mind may rest
While the bears prepare for winter
Salivating at the thought of
Salmon so ripe, they refuse to fight through chiseled chops
So fast they swam and
So fast they stopped
Gobbled up with pupils still gleaming
Subterfuge they used
And subterfuge fused us
Two together with an irrevocable connection
Here they lie
Thirty-eight
What a life but my,
What a fright
About the Creator
Dakota Love Dangler
Because it's easier to write my thoughts than speak them.
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