skies filled to the brim with yellow
While stars emptied oceans black
poisonous haze seeping out of the cracks
These collisions break the earth
new elemental birth
now in sentimental work
drooling on the walls
with puddles of melted eyes
they never recieved satisfaction
they never recieved the patch
harvest
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