Against the windowsill
Light bent through you
From blood red to blood blue
They danced through your fingertips
And slid down your hair
They sang off your lips
And swam across your eyes
My periphery was monochrome
Out of focus, deaf and still
Time seem to split
Moving fast moving slow
Like a slow motion time-lapse
I was Neo in full flow
It was an emotional black hole
And everything had joined in
The fog, the misfits and stop lights
All playing in stereo
In our fading shadow
It was written on hilltops
Composed in nostalgia
Orchestrated between stars
And performed for memory
Like a quilt made of quilts
A world in each breath
There is only note to sing
One smell to remember
And one color to see
It is beauty
And the beauty is in me
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