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you've been tracing contrails through my memory like fingers through clouds in june softed scented sighs against my neck at twilight and the last fading glare of tail lights as suns trace final arches across rooftops and boulevards you've been singing me to sleep, a million times in memory imaginative construction of your sirens song in my ear provoking dreamstates and illusions of skylines backdropped against soft sheets and pillowcases every night i whisper that wish through the air in hopes of an answering breeze a single song to keep me asleep and dreaming of your reality. pathos & power |