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ápeiros

You were my mockingbird darling;

Caught in between my smileless teeth

As the universe revolved without wonder

.

My cigarette lungs are no good for you

But the cobalt in your stare was all I needed

To get away from a summer-set heaven

.

I must have lost ambrosia on my tongue; as

Your ichor paints over the autumn gloom on my face

And every infinite thought of ours ceases to exist.

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