A clear-coated glassy eyed surface
Meets a skin-bladed reflection;
A torrent of red rain.
Its been a long time
Since this coming calm came.
Under black lids, like broken
Blue bottles, calm
Comes crying unexpectedly.
Its been a long time.
Days and decades finally flowing
Over rims of stone
Down soft starry skin
Pool into puddles at the
Feet of death where hanging
Limbs tear tears from my eyes.
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