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take me back
to memories of a phantom past
where rain drops dripped
into hearts not of broken glass

pull me in
to dreams not of blurry screams
but rather kisses of a golden hour
where i can suckle on a honey petaled flower

my thoughts run an imagination wild
my lips breathe where i wish to be devoured

take me back
to my relationship as a child
where my feelings grew
for someone i wished now i knew