you are my moonshine
you make me cloudy
but i make me grey
sun shines
too
butter yellow cups of gleam
in the midday
light
mine radiates from within
so hot
so fine
so molten
melted on the vine
setting
in the shape
of the last feeling
known
to the last person
to feel
...
no more time
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