intensity lingered
like a cell block
perhaps a disturbed frequency
swooshed across the bushes
the fine particles of minerals, dispersed
to be remained nameless
the cry of a phantom
vows exchanged
witness unfold, bows untied
I live the moment
but the golden rule, whispered
is to remain faceless
kissed your lips then I open my eyes
a faceless figure with its arms held firm, wrapped around me
why leave behind
blood trails and pins, clues possibly
oh you're so charming
very much attractive
I don't know who we are
nor where the voice originates
should you just die and then let live
posthumously, legacies of the incognito
of consequences
a mere preference, maybe
which is why
you bleached, up to the roots
as I cupped its face
carving nought into sense
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