Thy body churns atop a crying shadow,
Veiling the festering of a thousand smiling faces,
And gliding across, their encased eye’s is the great sorrow.
A great sorrow which incents the way, for the touch of a thousand cracked lips,
To calm, kiss thy crying soul.
Each thousand cracked lips,
Each thousand cracked lips,
Yearning for a drink from thy soul and from, a dusk sea of a million tears.
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