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Sky - to murder a kissDoes the sky know my dreams?For when my gaze gains focus, I capture the sky,and so when unfocused, sky captures gaze,and I see my dreams before me,and my eyes choose to focus on dreams,and so ignores sky,and if my gaze captures dreams,and my gaze is captured by sky,does sky capture my dreams?And if my dreams are captive of the sky,what intent does the sky have for my dreams?Sky is sight, sky gives touch through water.Sky is therefore silent,we look up to see what the sky offers,water for our lives and sun for our life,sky needs no voice.Save for when sky thunders.The rose will face up to the sky,it will look to the sky for it's days.I will pick the rose that looks to the sky,the sky will look down upon the roseas it still looks up, but now to a nose.I will hand the rose to the hands of another,one whose hands come with light touch,but that pinpoint themselves around thorns.She will look down upon the roseand put it to her nose.She will look to me and pay me c
Vanity and my fingers of oursVanity? Far from it.My air holds me in an embrace as I clutch it back,it's hayfever feel tickles my fancy,it's cool transparency is given your opted warmth.My hand holds yours that happens to be my other,my fingers enlocked in ours, we grip tight in comfortto the silent sound of birds and picnic laughter.We were once in our room that I have yet to buy,we were in cotton nightwear,comfortable and warm, which is on my 'to get' listsnuggled on a memory foam matress that held us together by dents,under a week old blanket that did not need changing.We were snuggling. You were resting your head on my chest, curled up,hiding in me.I was holding you, my smooth hedgehog, in my chest,keeping you in a safe of ribs and heart.We woke simultaneously. Synchronization? Perfect moment? Typical moment of us?No, a hyper reality in which we have everything,that will never meet us truly save as shadows, but still shimmer through.But for now we can be behind the movie screen.Because it's
The pain of a dead man"Start from the beginning. Where were you?""A room.""A room where-""In a hotel next to the train station.""You mean The Queens Ho-""Yes, a red room. Like your hair. But not your eyes. They are Blue.""Yes, my eyes are blue-""A rather dull shade. Your skins dull and pale too. Your hair's a bit neglected-""We're going off topic here, if you're done commenting on my appearence we'll continue.""O.k.""Hmph... well then what happened next?""I-""O.k that's not important right now, A man died in the same hotel.""Yes he did.""And you know the suspect?""Yes, we are close.""I need to know about him.""You know as much as I do.""I thought you said you were close.""Yes, but I do not know him. I am close to you but we only just met.""Wait, wait, wait, you mean physically close then?! I can't -""That is one aspect. But also in a... how to put this... 'mental' term... perhaps?""You mean emotiona-""No. We established that I did not know him. I mean he was like a Father.""But-""In