Bleeding Solo

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Poetry
I feel
I love
I grieve,

For your dark
Materials

Forever
Buried
Six feet under, 

Preserved 
In amber

Safely within the
Deep and tangled 
Confines of old
Cinematic streams

I feel
I love
I grieve,

For your dark
Materials

Forever
Buried
Six feet under, 

Preserved 
In amber,

Safely within the
Deep and tangled
Confines of those
Bloodied dreams

I feel
I love
I grieve,

For your dark
Materials

Silenced are 
Those words
For fear
Of letting out
A goodbye song,

Black dandelions

I feel
I love
I grieve,

I listen
To that soothing
Sound,
And,

With a bleeding solo,

I leave

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Woman. Floaty. Attached. Dettached. Sudden. Note-scribbler. Citizen of the world. Travelling to the moon and back.

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