δ. ecstasy

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we sit under the meagre infinite,
and count on earthly vows
the kingdom is dark and the wind is stale,
its a fortune of smiles bestowed

we gaze up at the sky,
like thumbprints cursed in love,
fingers hand in hand,
a solo song on a bilingual bird

me, pouring out my grey,
the abyss that pulls me under,
you, nodding in unison,
and breaking my pain,
into tiny shards of wonder

this moment is complete,
in all of its endings,
no repressed hunger
and no bittersweet incentives

slowly, dawn sets,
into coloured palettes of snow,
the night is dead as a widow
and the sun etched in human glow

we sit under the meagre infinite,
counting shades in tinted yellows
i stare at the scaffolding underneath,
while you turn my ashes into gold

i love you

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