I lost my mile of stars to your days
Darling desires bloom to black flowers
under the overcast of faux fears
Scent of timid times reign
drizzling vanity, wary and weak
underwhelming yet beyond grasp
well intentioned, yet mercilessly cruel
I found but your remaining eyes
in a skirmish with all that has ever left you
looking for my lost stars
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