Longing Heart grown paler, we leave again. Splitting into black sleep and dragging work, stumbling between empty vessels and bluer heavens. Cold comforts re-embrace me, pulled inside my pillow. Fiber optics shine their utilities, seductively chuckle over my need. Painful patterns! When will my gasps in your shaking ear scald every rising sun? How long until my fleeting fingers soothe your evening sweat? Every soaring off wakes my grey in-between routine, and the sun slants ever longer. All this is clear, no cloud ever shuns my vision, yet my transparent choices still weaken me, its burning logic freezes my lacking muscles. Please, please pity me, and wait for me, just a season longer.
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