There’s no cure so why should i care
You have fled into this blackness
In this sling i must contain
You use your force
To comfort my trembling hands
And fold them aside
These hued eyes
They have sent
The longest beatings
The hour bows
To seek some light
With golden strings
You construct this wheel
With your threads of argentine
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