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Sky Blye

One look, a glance, a peek
With one gesture
A swivel of her head, her brow
Showing the slightest of expression
And her eyes
Open to dispossession

Something inside
Feels the vibration
A frequency you both feel
As fair as you believe

A field laid out across space and time
Gives birth to a new sensation
Lost in a perfect dawdling paradigm
Of strange and permanent delation

Rushes from the chest
Crawls to your fingers
Fills you up and leaves you
Behind with a void
Barren
A desolated dawn
Realizing nothing
Will be the same
From this moment on








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