Swimming in a memory

I was swimming in a memory
swimming in the light
a smile
blue eye
and angel’s dust

there is something that calls me to you
there is something that calls me to you

down the flight of stairs
neon afterglow
red light go and we blow
what’s left behind
tattered black scene
hand in tandem

me.you.

the stairwell has never been so alone

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