Yann

Why do I notice upon your face an expression,

that used to be fleshy and full figure? Where did our

turn alter, West; they were placed neatly central

beforehand. We shall break out of carriage, whether sinister

rocks lay ahead, or meet us at our end. You're coming for me, as I run untoward, towards your heat. We stay alive in the pitchy shadows, startled by lamps and

mirrored under glassy shards.

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"We stay alive in the pitchy shadows, startled by lamps and
mirrored under glassy shards."

. loved these lines ... they're so vivid and emotional ...