Silver SunA Poem by AlskarI question my absurdity in Questioning you. I cannot help but To quiver and clench in Iron-weighted pain. Lukewarm water stars fall Against butter-kissed cheeks And my sickness only just Resists the urge to die. It has been long since I last Felt this. Do not leave me Open to the elements. It is a Pallid disease, as your notions are Entirely pure. With each of the same sound I bristle. I scramble to meet my Reflection, and purse my lips For you to kiss. And yet, Meet they will never do. I must leave you impressed. And I will leave your mind When broad skies are neon And the sun is silver.
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