There is nothing quite like regret
a sun that never sets
and blue eyes that shatter the ground

Elongate for you
four moons to get a clue
And wings that can never be found

With each string gets bigger
full form and open figure
and held tightly to it’s many strands

A web built for you
The strangle of wide blues
and life sucked out from your filthy hands

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