That was one heavy
night
When the blank
space
Between us and the
moon
Slowly swirled
around us
Made of wholesome
nothingness
And bred on fury
We saw remnants of
all that we had left behind
Breaths and souls
and everything else
Two half people of
quarter spirits
Aghast by the
thought of salvation
And the night
stood still
While we carefully
picked our pieces
And In a desperate
attempt to join them
Made a beautiful haunted
shadow
That still blooms
Where we shed out
last drop.
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