The Fallen Touch

A rushing torrent of tranquility.

A falling waterfall of pain.

A siezed love

And worthless dreams.



The elongated time.

The rushed blue breath.

The fallen angel

And my dying bride.



A vast wealth of dreams.

A small shadow of a nightmare.

Being rushed round.

Round.



I wish I would.

I wish I could.

Be that one,

With the fallen touch.

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