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By Bronwyn Farkas

I quiet your mind

With a kiss

A rebirth in rain

Our hands meet again

Soft and scarred

We’re a watercolour painting

Hanging by a needle and thread

A seamless canvas

A needless finishing touch

We’re selfish art in a crumbling museum

I drown out the stars’ condescension

With the sound of my breath

A humble effort

Shivering to keep time

Cold and careful

We’re an L.A. dream

Clinging to our good intentions

A golden boy

A silver screen

We’re an untimely conflict in an ill-advised plot

Tell me the story

With a kiss

A mosaic masterpiece

Our lips meet again

Blue and broken


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