the dust in sparks;
breeze the way
with lust; so dark
and black,
it makes you tremble.
Come back,
comeback,
re(as)semble.
Drop a tear
while reading, dear.
I know how
this makes you feel.
Crystal
clear hand points at you,
to make
an imp-
ression clue.
Feeling fills
or filling feels?
Duel, which then
(dis)appears -
mends for a few years.
Come, time,
you tool,
two times cheers!
Bite, beat, brawl!
To take it all.
Images
so slightly small,
yet big;
two will make you sick.
Remake,
adapt,
learn this trick!
Filling feels
to fake it all.
For a few years,
faintly flaw,
blow a way
and breeze away.
Teardrop trembling,
I know now...
That darkness fell
through despair.
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