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Above Xela
Glitter shines like broken glass
left behind by the day
The sky is black
The air is crisp
The solitude pulsates.
I am so afraid to kiss you
but if I let you go
I will collapse...
into the cleft
that twists the light
beneath us.
left behind by the day
The sky is black
The air is crisp
The solitude pulsates.
I am so afraid to kiss you
but if I let you go
I will collapse...
into the cleft
that twists the light
beneath us.
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