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PAGES OF NIHIL : VITREOUS
Spent all this time, eyes to the sky
Catching the defects as they pass me by
They drift through you
The floor plays still, ajar my will
Reaching for the colours you left to spill
This rose dies too
Downstream I am pulled
Through moons that aren't full
But the glass that enfolds
Won't lead me to shore
Lines on the sand, contour my hand
Dreaming of a staircase I won't ascend
To close the door
Again a plague, countenance stays
The umbral remains of that picture frame
Haunting me more
No poison to breathe
I've stopped being me
And the burns in my soul
Won't lead me to shore
Published 22nd Sep 2017
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