Cold as the spaces of a new sinner’s void,
How could you travel so far away from me without
Breathing:
You were my birthday wish since thirteen,
And now see how brightly my eldest candles are
Burning:
A forest fire torn from the horizon of your back-turned
Away and blazing,
Swimming to the graveyard washed by all that yesterday,
And my loneliest dreams left starving and oh
So beautiful as your gowns pulled away revealing
The absoluteness of an unrequited shore.
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