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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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