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I see something that wasn't there before
Between the crash of your island
And the hush of my shores
Reading like Sylvia drowning her fears
I'm caught between your cosmic smile and
my martyr tears burning holes through the floor
I tremble soul while you tremble notes
Conflicted dreams of
you
versus
me
(my reality caught in your
deafening crescendo)
lavished on infinity
Blood flows in your air
Tasting irony tales and vodka
Rust eating me dead
Sold your heart for a ghost
haunting love in your world of
pay-per-play games leaving me
gasping for dopamine waters and an
image of you placed in my head