divine

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your eyes touched mine
average and hungry

let tomorrow take care of itself
the sky is falling
muddy, ironclad

love
the sky is falling
beaming

monstrous, busy, horrible
the way you suffer
kaleidoscopic and plump

burning with love
in the sun
my restless wings

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