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Jul 2015
Look up towards what's left, killingkid.
I smile a smile, i look somewhere in your eyes
That death cannot reach. And you are quiet
  In your solitude, I know. Like me, like me
   You touch the constellations with your lashes
As you sleep above me.
I wipe the clouds from my eyes
  As you tumble,
   Down, down, down
Past galaxies, past the stairs of my brain.
   You wait patiently.
I am too patient, perhaps.
I imagine many carousels and butterflies
As light as my stomach turning,
Lifting up the weight of my sorrow.
  I know you're light on your feet,
   My heart is heavy
My love is wounded like a deer
Against a thicket of thorns,
Breathing deep and long,
  Watching headlights as they pass
On a summer's eve.
My love is a broken mirror.
  My eyes reflect towards you
All the light I can muster,
All the joy I can resurrect.
Stay here, killingkid.
  I just walk to walk with you
      Into the summer night.
A breeze of kiss, a wave of moonlight...
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