in your wild strides infinity glides
beauty for no-one face etched in glass
silhouettes and shadows
faces light up and bodies bend low
lead them through dark corners
through windswept streets
and lonely towers
i hear them whisper a name
the sound of a bleeding heart's flame
fingers around the wine glass
red ripples sweet and simple
shower them chrysanthemums
as you are thrown into blissful tantrums
radiating borrowed warmth
soothing and compelling
out of reach even as we speak
detachment makes you weak
angel with serpent eyes
did i hear your muffled cries
when secrets are laid out for you
there's nothing you could possibly do.
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