Mirage

 

Sky high

stratus:

 

clouds pump

like lungs

 

planet domed

perfection.

 

No rain.

 

Early morning

dreams

 

confuse:

 

story shapes

‘might have been’’

 

love is

now where?

 

Ties break

like your heart

 

shattered by

my flight.

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