gloomy eye may enchant the rhythm of..a song of love
our eyes still blue and form-less
I am a person in a gallery
looking for you
my eyes aching
for Vincent and Edvard
and the sweet blood of you
you are this preposterous love
this incompleteness
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gloomy eye may enchant the rhythm of..a song of love our eyes still blue and form-less I am a person in a gallery looking for you my eyes aching for Vincent and Edvard and the sweet blood of you you are this preposterous love this incompleteness