This could be my
greatest achievement, my best year
but I keep drawing blanks
and searching all the wrong
fields, because
empty and full of rain and
sun-tinged whispers
here is where I get lost.
with the sun as my compass, I let out
a cry
the sun, my compass, is falling down
it's bowing out of this fight
I've got nothing left
because
the moon has turned it's back on me
eerily similar to your
betrayal
I swear sometimes, I think the moon
and you are in sync, an
effort to
sink
me.
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