These lands, they miss me
but not as much as I miss them
You are all so disappointing—
Exquisite, released love
I want to be adored
by a beautiful man
I have no control over
whether or not I have hope
Nothing is set,
castles rebuild and recrumble
Spices drift up out of garbage
smiling, love spread wide open
What do you consider
love to truly be
Sonatas master standards
and dried paint still flakes off
I saw you inside Blue,
missed lands never remembered
Someone brought popcorn,
salty adoration spilled and left
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