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Feb 2018
My fantasy has been dashed
Across the crimson sky
Dripping through the veins of the night
If only the Arctic circle was closer
I would blame it
For the flickers of green splashed upon my eyes

I am not where he is

By candlelight I utter prayers
For love to perish
Starve itself within an inch of a lie
I hope that it will
Die
Die
Die
As magnificently
And relentlessly
As it squeezes
And empties
And champions for you now

I want you to know
     - it was never my intention to become entwined
But the evergreens of your nature
Are one of the wonders of my world
And I don’t know how to make it stop
Without blowing us all up  
Blowing it all out
And leaving
candle wax
Behind
Eno
Written by
Eno  25/F/Bristol, England
(25/F/Bristol, England)   
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