ma realite'

born out of the wind and the water,
my soul is warped, wrapped in wanderlust.
like fairy-dust, am unreal
and, i couldn’t have loved you more or less …
lost words whisper slowly
on moon beams they travel
broken stars in the hair
keepin check on unruly curls
handful of shadows...
hunting you, haunting you..

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