Some specters dark and shadowy.. refract over moments.. as words metamorphose into a miasma of emotional catechism.. and steps falter in eyes holding visions of stars and blind spots.. imbuing shades, relations avoid their own reflection of hues that hurt as eyesores.. Dawn and Dusk, dark and light purely coalesce into a single Day..
even as we draw contours in heartspells
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