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Hand weakens resolve

Slips through my fingers

I cannot be

Perceptions of others

Vanish in daylight

So scentless the rose

The taste on my tongue

Reminds me of dreams

Beneath the bruise

Feelings of absence 

Drowning in platitudes

Still reaching out

Caverns uncharted

The blind kiss the blind

Lips dripping

Horizons a mirror

Footsteps untaken

A veil drawn over

Doorway that leads

Once more to the start