Face the darkest,
face the immensity of light
burning your face. Animosity.
Delightful peception of the fall,
strangess when feeling the eyes of God.
And all this stranded in times where
spotlights on and off in my skin
are indicting me.
No one knows where this will go,
and a thought shortage is ready in the bone.
But my saved o'clock thoughts will make me
float. Severely float.
Persisting
and float.
Whenever I find my heart wandering
at the darkest,
I reveal I'm evil.
Whenever I think of you as my answer,
I reveal my evil
within.
It won't show up today, though.//
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