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Smoke

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By Annabellie SantanelliePublished 8 years ago • 1 min read

The simple moments in time are the ones we forget almost immediately,

Yet within all reality they are the ones we remember the fondest.

Your touch,

Your embrace,

The way your eyes were always just looking

Deep into mine.

I could melt away

And leave myself in depths of time

Light up once more

And lay in the warmth of the heat.

Caress my skin and just stay the frozen,

Like a smoke dissipating in the air.

Hold my hand a little longer

Before you let me fall

Deep into the mud

Where I drown in myself again.

heartbreak

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Annabellie Santanellie

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    Written by Annabellie Santanellie