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happiness will blossom
four days premature
after you weep the day will touch you
and let the night sky burn

the dolls eyes left staring
the shelves so filled with sky
shards of nothing on a silver flower
wishing they could cry

and only in the sunset
and only in your skin
will the days bleed as one
as they do when you begin

she found you melting on the rocks
she found you filled with space
they've taken all your heat she said
they've taken your embrace

Clint

turn off your computer and go outside