Did you leave a light on?
I needed a sunrise.
Are you okay?
Why don’t you speak to me?
Do you think of me?
You were through so quick.
With the shelf-life of dairy,
You were already rounding Orion.
Did you already know?
Are you the lion?
Why did you have to make it like Oz?
You ruin the color yellow.
In early hours, the sun is so much greater.
Brighter and bigger—filled with promise.
Why did you waste our hands?
De tiempo y amore?
Or did you run into the river?
Filled with tears?
Masked with metallic shimmer?
If so, what pond are you leading to?
Is she what you need?
Would you know better?
Or have you become blood-rusted tin?
We’re six feet now.
And I’m better off.
Or is that just for the nerves?
Why did your waves wash away our castle?
Why do I layer so?
Will anyone know the truth?
Can anyone break the seal?
The rain pierces me.
I’m sure you don’t believe a word.
It’s all hidden anyways.
It is your turn.
Nonsense. Nonsense.
Concrete walls already?
Nonsense.
It kills me that you hate me.
Schuyler three times already,
And the sun isn’t even finished yawning.
Off to endo… whatever that means.
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