star wires shining
in aftermath hours
singing green overhead
wandering mere
your taste on tongue
hand on heat in chill
washing over these
tombstone hours
hanging
black sands shift
witching away
with each sigh
star wires shining
in aftermath hours
singing green overhead
wandering mere
your taste on tongue
hand on heat in chill
washing over these
tombstone hours
hanging
black sands shift
witching away
with each sigh
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