Bound

The gap between now and my dream state

 are held by the minimal bounds of time

Wrapped with the fated red rope 

I’m twirled into my subconscious

 

Gliding not falling 

As if to travel through your honey 

Sweet like the tip of my tongue 

Guided with a breathe

 

 

remembering all of the kisses she left 

 

 

 

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