Great deceit in the starlit corners of your grin
we are the holders of shallow sleep
rejoice
over the sunset lands and the quietly clicking shadows there
sigh
at the combined history of paradise and atrocity
accept
the love of your enemy and let go of your prey
weep
for the ghosts of all the shattered jewels you once knew...
she waits under a willow tree asleep
as warm winds hover around his branches
that gently grace her sleeping face
please don't let me forget you
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