Against the whisperings of a slanted horizon
on the other side reason
love plays here
He stares at me through hungry orphan eyes
in a thirst for (com)passion
& erases the lines of where I thought I existed
I painted him somewhere in between my dreams
& that black inked night when my pens ran dry
neath the scattered remnants of fallen stars
I am a tattered paper doll
folding under his finger tips
in silent prayer
that he'll take his time in breaking my heart
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