Box of air
A dusty square
Pens the sun to the boards
Empty frames and cloudy panes
Lonely chair against the moon
As we lay between the
embers we were bathed in light
I was magnetized,
old
and scarred
By the way you turned your face to catch the
sunless eye I was just behind, old and scarred
Where we were and who we are A severed thread on the floor
Cold and vacant twilight of your heavy mind I was crystallized,
old and scarred
As I washed away the fingerprints
we left behind I lay down and cried,
old and scarred
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