• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 03
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Lying on ground too hard to notice,
softened by the autumn fall

Entwined behind eyes softly shut
scribing on shared skin,
lost in the transience of now.

Wanting more I reach for the touch
of tomorrow but spiral into a mood
of melancholy

whipped by the wraith of filial duty,
held by the chains of Oxford blue.

Blue that is a colour that cannot be
made by mixing two colours together.