A stretching empty sky
The solitary branches
Of a sleeping tree
All the sunsets
And the dawns
That have been missed
Can't be contained in words
Your breath
Between the wide
Open ocean of my desires
The palpable absence
Filling my veins
With red despair
Spreading its wings
Over my daily
Crazy clock
My cry
An echo
Toward the far
Icy mountains
A temporary exile
A thousand miles
Of hope
Shining like the promise
Of our reunited
Burning
Lips
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