Gracefully landing upon her cheeks
Rainbows reflect into those beauties
taunting them with images of a reality
distorted
exporting those memories through a scent
through a taste
so alike, we're falling apart.
first an arm, then an eye
the atoms unfuse as we speak
clicking on the monitor
dead, dead or alive?
its like... no its not.
500 times death
struck down by the heavens
and what shall remain?
the scenr of evergreens melting away
intoxicants consumed and this reality
distorted
becomes a fragmented memory
and when they die, no one will cry.
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