Spend the morning and spend the afternoon, only remains for me the night.
I feel like I could melt into the dark void, transparent crystal.
I can see through my reflected brittle.
If we dig a little more, pale echo do some star, that in passing, was imprinted on my eyes.
The footprints of your fingers leaving trails in my flesh.
And penetrate a little more,
the remnant light of your voice calling my name.
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