Gaze through crystals
Flashes of green
passing in this sullen ride
Plastic eyes
not mine but another's
Separation
Frost grows on joy
but not nevermore
Mind weary from plight
Climbing up into the rocks
to the destination
Body:
You're here but your spirit is not
You left it behind in the creases
of his hands
Heart with stones
smooth and piled high
fills to throat
I stopped breathing after the leave
Recoiled back to shade
Body animated by demons
until we meet again
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