Vaun Moore Biography

He said the air was better in Paris.
In Paris we could breathe
Like we never could
Here in the little home I had built.
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It has been so long since I've watched you sleeping;
Watched the blue night descend on your body like a thick blanket.
Sometimes, your hair would cast itself like a net,
Snaring your face in fragile, moth-like tendrils.
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We count the seconds
Where once the hours weren't enough
Silence now forces us too speak
Where once words were to much
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I met you in a splendor of giggling
Amid summer dust in New York City…

Gulping merriment,
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One day, there will be a woman besides you
Who paints her lips a deeper shade of red
In an attempt to hold onto you
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