Essential Oils-Are Wrung*

It's my shadow I long to woo.
Yet, last night I played tag with Sandman,
He was lonely too,
went beserk and spilled himself empty.

Shadow stains everything the color of rain,
we quibble about who is more real.
I'll kiss her the color of a frayed heart~
Try hard to duplicate the scent fullness.

Mishla

*{ An Emily D. line}

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