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Description
"something got lost
in the pages of these months
something drew breathe
(waiting joyously)
yet never sang

arias sleeping in the wind chimes
on a day that stood still
yet longing for the wind
that blew through the fires
of alexandria
carrying the smoke
of lost histories
of poet's cries
turning to sparks to star
the night sky

scent memory
of your skin
(Its own fire)
and your wednesday dress"

oilgraph on canvas
with 2:26AM verse

Description
"something got lost
in the pages of these months
something drew breathe
(waiting joyously)
yet never sang

arias sleeping in the wind chimes
on a day that stood still
yet longing for the wind
that blew through the fires
of alexandria
carrying the smoke
of lost histories
of poet's cries
turning to sparks to star
the night sky

scent memory
of your skin
(Its own fire)
and your wednesday dress"

oilgraph on canvas
with 2:26AM verse