dcorofino
I've never been to forgetting. It's somewhere, perhaps on the edge of a cliff or a sea. It's a place that I wish I could walk to, and leave my footprints in, but it's a place I've never seen. I have plenty to forget and plenty to remember, but wherever I look, something keeps me bound, in an unrelenting present, forgetless.
And if you thought that the reason we spoke ink on each other's skin was simple, you're wrong. And if you wondered why when the clouds moved across the sky, there color wasn't really their, you're wrong. You and I placed our hands together and we became art, we were like a dream, a colorful, vibrant dream.
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