2am- Empty Rooms
listen to the moon drop silver down. hearts are out of season. and my love was hunted down, killed by the ripping of patience. pretty stars lit up by the dark. i see brilliance in your eyes. last time. skin so warm. you taste like cyanide. and i cried in absence tonight. grind my teeth in pure abstraction. rub the hands that fill me up. stretch love over seas.
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