The Blue Hour of a Forgotten Heartbeat
I have always felt like a relic out of place in this
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The Golden Ratio of Your Touch
My heart is a series of jagged, indigo triangles until you arrive.
The Gravity of Your Breath Against My Skin
I had spent years navigating the steel canyons of Tokyo, my soul
The Color of Your Breath
I lived in a city made of gray concrete and cold deadlines.
The Glass Heartbeat in Midtown
Glass shards of a Tuesday afternoon... the scent of roasted coffee and
Cyan Breath in a Concrete Lung
I have spent three centuries tasting the cold iron of skyscrapers and
The Copper Pulse of an Eternal Heartbeat
I am but a relic in this neon-drenched city—a symphony of
The Geometry of a Heartbeat
I have stripped away the gold of these fields and the turquoise
Velvet Echoes in a Concrete Canyon
I am a glitch in their streamlined city—a living relic wearing
The Thermal Conductivity of a Human Touch
My epidermis is a masterpiece of flawed engineering. The micro-fractures across my
The Amber Afterglow in Your Eyes
The sunlight is too loud for this hour, filtering through the linen
Liquid Gold in a Concrete Jungle
I used to believe love was a sanctuary, until I realized most
