Empty Like Dusk

When I soak up your face
It’s a simple release
Quickly tightened by scars
And then empty like dusk.

When the sparks lose all fire
And all my fears come with calm
I think fake reunions
And piece things up oddly.

When I dream about you
It’s a crash course in pain,
A night plane’s fake star
Leaving trails for the morning,
A huge restless head,
A sky soaked in oil.

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