We are sick of distance
Grieving for this failure
a promise of forever
binds the clock by its wrists
"We'll be here."
"But here is gone." we say.
like clockwork
our eyes still bleed
dripping in perfect time
to a love so redefined
she cries as stars fill her lungs
together we'll drown
knees scrape the ocean floor
If here is gone
then
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