Two cups of poison the color of wine
The texture, the feel of any other night
A whisper, a confession, a bleached out lie
To save you, to save me, to wrong a right
No blanket of stars, no moon in our sky
No comfort, no warmth, just clinical light
You gave me your heart and I gave you mine
I kissed it thrice and held out my hand
Watched it fly away,
away, into the night.
Goodbye
Hold tight
Lie
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