Sepia Mind

Days when the sun

cannot get through

Hours when the music

holds nothing more

than distance

Minutes that stretch

seconds behind

my sleep

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her voice wisp hums

his tenor turns cruel

her mixed tape caught

his hands unusual

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Nights when the dark

eddies in the slough

Ours was the music

holding something born

then distant

Minus the strength

the sepia mind

I keep