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  • Writer's picturetheplantnews
    • Sep 20, 2019
    • 1 min read

HUSH

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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