A dull spectrum
of bone gray
and yellow
silt
Lies at the edge,
the tendrils of my heart wilt
upon the icy chasm that lies deep within,
to love and cherish
could that be a sin?
when all is done and nothings let in
will i continue to see your souls inner twin
the one who comes and goes now and then
who floats along the firmament with a warm cheeky grin
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