Endless retreat high in the fog, the ocean must be my right
A barricade shoots me away, not that way
I'll never look that way again
She lays beside me, a mirror image, intoxicated by my shadowsilled look
You are off afar, reading a book
I will never look that way again
Two errant children with two ways out of purgatory,
I bestow a gift to your blessed soul
You are looking the wrong way
Suffocated by the glass before the dawn, I grasp a breadth of the aura
Yet I cannot breathe
I lament it is not of you, you, my wisp of a desire
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