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I'm still on a happy to hell then back again park. Just this for now...
@Regranned from @terrible.animal - The moon rises and it's sunsquash yellow,
Round like silence,
And monolithicly large.
As she peels away from our skyline you kiss me,
And your dry mouth tastes like ashes,
But I grew up in a house that took twenty years to burn down around me,
So to me your tongue feels like home.
Between dusk and midnight
There are seven years,
And each one I named after your vices,
Did you name mine?
Was the first year "family"?
Followed by "insensibility", Followed by "self loathing"?
I named three of yours after myself only.
You turn away from me when the moon crosses over mars and by the time you turn back years have passed
And I no longer look the same to you.
Who has stolen the light from your eyes?
And I must answer: only time.
The moon has turned small and silver,
Floats high above my head,
Burns a hole into the sky.
The cherry you once burnt for me put out in the snow,
And I too have forgotten,
I forget what it looks like when she touches the horizon,
I forget what it feels like to breathe in smoke and call it
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - #regrann