“across the blue and green fields of lost memories”

I hear you whisper three times against the dark

catch a piece of photography from your hands

strangers listening to the screams across the floor

a new aspect without control of our senses 

shout the hidden secrets to a lifeguard waiting to be saved

burn a new meaning through your skin

scatter the paper flowers across the maddening forecast

break the bleeding knife through the mirror

dance across the blue and green fields of lost memories

 

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