Friday, May 9, 2014


Do you remember
when I touched you
and you saw gold
Now it must be
a dusty yellow
I turn to find
my unclean palms
I fear I've drained you
Of all your purity
All your devotion
All your sanity
I find mine is waning
I don't see yellow
I don't see gold
I see nothing
through this thick haze

-February 2014

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