Be Obscure. Clearly

my six a.m. voice
travels across our heart line
you always speak truth

i wait for her words
though i know they’ll never come
my childhood relived

how I’ve ached for this
flash of your love from a dream
you my new ideal

hidden in moments
these cryptic windows of life
they’ll never find us

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