Lighter Than White

Somewhere deep inside, he had said, somewhere deep inside.

And so he stood, vows in hand,
Taste became bitter,
Sight became narrow,
And touch became cold.

 How could empiteness consume us here on the edge of perfection?

 And so these lithium strings call us back.

Here we are,
Here we stand,
For us we combine,
For us we harvest the dark winds
For us we've walked these sullen city streets.

And forever hand in hand,
Veil over face and taste at the back of our tongues.
Grafitti confetti and strings of smiles laced...

Our days have come and gone,
Perhaps tape will wind us back together,
Perhaps worlds will tear us apart.

The End

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