I go first, you go second..

The sweet abyss
I sorely miss
Slipping quickly
I don't resist
A sickly comfort
Home sweet home
A piercing truth
Down to bone
Exposed depths
Expanding still.......

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AuRevoir · 36-40, M

Your ashes smell like roses,
I missed my favorite slow kiss,
It reminds me how you’d become frozen,
When winter never left your lips…

It’s silence that’s the most golden,
When the noise has grabbed ahold,
And the reason that we’re so open,
To that future that doesn’t exist…