His image rotates like the world on its axis;
Searing, it burns harder into the iris.
Blurry visions of fallen eyelashes and wishes
Seep into my hand, and I crush them with a fist.
Unforgettable stars of sound collide in his voice
And my own, evaporates inside of me.
Moving closer to him is relative to moving away
And all that is left, is the shift to red.
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