Lost in cerebric utopia
charring blithely in fountains
of lave,
I am impaled by your words
Trapped in spaces
between my lungs.
Don't you help him on his feet!
He's a cripple from his birth-
He was born the day
they met, and
he died the day
she left.
We are made of heaven's breath, but
heaven has choked in space
Love is finite when we meet
'cause your feelings melt away.
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