She tastes like the sun
that our bitter lives made.
And perhaps this truth
is why we can't be saved.
For the starlit girl
speaks against our false truths.
Not so innocent,
yet full of passion's youth.
The lunar eclipse
is not enough for her.
We are the disease.
And she? She is the cure.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
She tastes like the sun
that our bitter lives made.
And perhaps this truth
is why we can't be saved.
For the starlit girl
speaks against our false truths.
Not so innocent,
yet full of passion's youth.
The lunar eclipse
is not enough for her.
We are the disease.
And she? She is the cure.
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