Half of me
That smile,
Runs deeper when you place
your trembling hands in
mine.
All while,
our eyes catch fire watch-
ing what is left behind.
Twilight,
a final misconception
of the Sun and time.
Cradle my Humility-
Stitch up my Fragility-
Shake up all that's still in thee-
As you're lying here with me.
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