The Sighting
Rippling pastel, clean clear world ender
Fantasy blue, I can’t look away
That auburn tress, that neck
Moving close hope escapes
My closing throat tries to deny
I see you wore your glasses
I wore mine too
It doesn't matter (a lie) It’s only a cover
The coolest that ever burned
Slowly doubtingly moving ahead
Life will never be the same again
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