I woke up screaming, from a dream
I had to save you
a mess of hot tears and soft eyes
the same black cloud in a new white dress
you pressed your chest against my forearm
pleading
I leaned in to listen
but I was ripped away
saw you recede into grey static
black bangs and pink cheeks swaying in the breeze
and I was at year zero
we were spitting songs at the lamplight
under the fruit tree time forgot
I will be your way, your heart, your drum beat
forget me not
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