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You evade the answers
of uncolored questions posed,
painting outside the lines,
so erratically you stroke.

Chemicals fail to ignite
an already melted heart,
burning bolts of passion,
asphyxiated in the smoke.

Parched images always cast,
and then you come to me,
marinating the shadows,
drenched in my emotion.

We may never reach the depth
or even find the middle,
blinding power of love,
halted by the very notion.