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I take a look at your pale face,
it is like a fallen moon that cannot force
itself to rise

And in the mornings I collect things for you
I go out to the shores and find bits of
coral
bits of shiny metals
I will make jewelry for you in the night,
for I enjoy the color of a sunrise when it
hits your collar bone
and the metals gleam like broken fires

And with your tears I capture the entire
prism and spectrum of light,
even though I am the dark angel and
it is only darkness that I conceive

I know now,
that I have caved you in
I can see it in the lines of your forehead, where
I have kissed you without thought a thousand times

If you have fallen,
it is only because your soul was to follow mine
into the depths of tragedy
where we writhe together and never tire of our love