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Look up one final time
Greet blinding light once again
An entity bringing neither warmth nor comfort
Just a static flash constantly suspended
Amidst the pale arctic I lie in
No longer.

Darkness take hold, darkness engulf and surround me
See the blank screen, white sprinkles aplenty
A familiar backdrop now a newfound haven.

Thought I'd feel the pull of departure
Instead the numb in body dwindling still sticks
Like splashes upon a vinyl glove.

I spread and I wander
Aimless and away from what was once
Make this sensation spread beyond mere, naked eyes
And realize my endless journey of a destination
Forever suspended, like that blinding light.
Her eyes speak kind words,
words of love and passion.
Her lips, peach pink, stay shut,
I only listen to her eyes.

The windows are open,
a beautiful scenery can be seen.
A soul behind the windows.
A soul seemingly made of dreams.

Her body is not slim.
Her face without make-up.
She may not be amazing to you,
but to me,
she is perfection.

— The End —