(((thankfully I have a way to look straight)))

I burn myself in my reflections, yearn I,
such that I hurt your gaze that much,
and we fall apart, and our straying eyes cried!

their tears drew a path through the skies
and I admit I lost my self there, where

traces of you my heart chased after
wound up in my art just like laughter

at the simplest thing made like a noose
wound around the straightest of paths,

one as sure as winter does to the flocks;
only seeming to scatter coming together
and coming a scattering, so sung with the winds—

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