Disaster In Bloom

I was searching for a meaning,

Courage and a gun

When I found you 

In the middle of a disaster in bloom,

And every inexplicable detail suddenly made sense

.

Rain of petals and unfinished poems:

You were light in the late hours of my nights,

But eyes that reflect my face

Will never reflect the twilight ahead of us

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ML

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Yes, I’ve been writing a lot today.

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