Our senses fused
Her eyes
            a darkness of calm
        amidst the madness of her hair
        that flowed through me
Her nose
    so straight
    so still

    a precipice
        above an ocean of air

Her eyelashes wept
and the silence wept

    too easy it was
    to envisage such purity

        futility -


- me, in a bus
digressing down nameless streets
taking me so far

further, and further

away
    

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