Spitfire love twisting and turning,
Dormant hate writhing and churning,
I open my eyes,
To see nothing but lies,
Then I look to you,
And I see clear blue,
Skies a billion,
Maybe a trillion,
But I,
Can’t take the beauty,
Of you’re eyes,
Cuz I’m out of touch,
But swimming in time,
I meet the night,
Awash in awareness,
How can I handle,
Such consciousness?
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