masquerade decade
laconic meander
inches from the median
candor never was my strong suit
preferring to encode
the brush strokes of my
masterpiece in the moonlight
on your cheek at night
while on the pillow next to me
stars encased in melody
circle round the hemispheres
raining down their alchemy
perfecting my elusive dreams
before stealing them again
"i love you" hides behind
the shadow on the wall
morning fades till brightness
plays butterfly and babies wake
tattooed where no one can see
hearts shoot their cannon balls
hidden there's where i'll be
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