
...
Countless times;
eyes, large and liquid.
And I stay here just the same…
Rain pouring from le vide refracting off my face.
Molting memories manufacture their final resolutions.
Splattered across.
The dull glint fades from my eyes as I can only watch —
one to watch alone.
Blood drops or side-eyes?
Six to carry and two to tango.
I miss you in the sun light.
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