My toes are itchy.

You are not like

The moon
Is like you

Seasons turn
Within the shift of your bones

You turn in your sleep
An ancient world emerges

In the dream scapes
I build castles alone

I am just a fleeting feeling
Let me pass you by

We never held on to life tightly
Why should we now try

I have been the night
You welcome like a new wave

Now I want to be
Hungrily separate

Now I want to die
Barren and desolate

Now I want my emptiness to repeat
And Tessellate

Now I want to simply


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