your tears, dear sky, I mock
cos your surface ridicules my depths,
and so you rend my heart open
with a violence so final
it comforts my soul
wild orchid clinging onto my majestic willow
you stud my hair in daisies as bones break
tell the stars to not lure me yet
you build as i fall apart
chilling winds choked with caution
it rends us apart
'little pretty fool', you say
as i wilt under a hundred haunted moons.
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