The farther she goes
away from me,
The larger her shadow grows.
An ink black puddle
Over all I see
Carved out and hollow
this recycled ending
Misty tears fall from the scene beneath a broken moon
Senses betray the perspective
Turning textures swirling
Chaos is my heart in memory
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 9:29 AM UTC
The farther she goes
away from me,
The larger her shadow grows.
An ink black puddle
Over all I see
Carved out and hollow
this recycled ending
Misty tears fall from the scene beneath a broken moon
Senses betray the perspective
Turning textures swirling
Chaos is my heart in memory
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