YellowFlower part 3

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Who Knew (3)

Bittersweet.
The warmth of your peach tongue,
taming my salty eyelids.
Eternity trembled then,
the sound of my pen visibly shaking the page.
Oh rise and fall.
The page opens,
Dark; a cavernous hole the size of a fist,
where pearl shape tears ,
swimming in ink, trickle and drip:
Underground river of regret.
Oh rise and fall.

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