Allow me to set a scene
My heart is torn open- not from pain- but from rapture
The forest floor is deceptively clean
Fractal-esque trees lean as to capture
just a taste
elusive and sweet
Rythym- heart rate
What did I just meet?
Suggest I'm letting in too much light
Sharing a smoke, sharing a space
No honor in winning this fight
I could feel it on my face...
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