so whatever it was
or whomever it may be
that makes us who we are
it may not have me
and as i sit in the presence
of the silhouettes of the night
i sink further into my own skin
where nothing but my mind stirs
my breathing quickens to an impossible rate
and the smile on my face
as radiant as the sun has ever been
burns a hole in time
blue eyes pierce the walls
of the perfectly painted sky
as it burns into the night
complimenting the stars
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