Vignette

I see the warmth in the distance,

and only my thoughts of desire,

teleport me,

under that blanket,

beneath those echo stained covers,

flowers cover that roof in my mind,

that home we share in our bones,

those stairs to my soul,

the basement of our heaven,

The branches tell me to leave,

as I remain,

as scattered piles,

of source,

of tesseract thoughts,

and hearts of stardust.

🖤 — Paradigse

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