Proposition
December 19, 2011
The haunting determination,
the fear in desperation,
the joys of dominating,
the search for a destination.
The covered warmth,
a sunset so bright,
slowly turning away from sight,
returning to starry night.
The collision of time,
an illusion of mine,
if I had a dime,
you’d be the color of a lime.
The sweet dream,
the lonesome dark,
the gallant defeat,
the quickening proposition.
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