The deepless* dreams, of the usual
breeds bright out of burning ennui
Until its seems, everything agleam
must thrust, the deepest of cuts
Now trust, the lovers arising touch
his vision cures, there tearing claws
For to know his blue gleaming eyes
never distilled, by there sicking lies
And today exposed, a seam just splits
it’s unravel, though a hopeless hand
forever spills, still, deeply he dreams you
*of no depth
*of no depth
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