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illusio
Over the blades she lies alone
Beneath the starts she lies
Counting more numbers than she's ever known
Hiding her heart that dies
The day awakes with a sluggish pace
'He' warms the corners of the world
Exept her heart and face
She balances between the things that at her are hurled
Over her head she traces her finger
In the clouds, desperate to draw his face
Her eyes get damp as all his thoughts do linger
She rests her chin upon the dusk, a stinging 'peace' of bitter
Tis one thing to see the fire
Another to feel the pain
He flickers, oblivious to her desires
Her teardrops become her blurred rain
Beneath her lids his wavering face
On her lips his name
She shouts but the wind swallows all she has to say
And she's afraid to be a player of his life-like games
An unfathomable colour- he is
Like grains of sand never contained
Close enough to touch, far out of reach, a horizon- he is
His fingers slipping from the spaces between her fingers- drained
Heavy lids, now shades of dark
The mountains rise and fall, rugged as she sighs
A rhythmic silence, another dream to embark
Beneath those stars, she lies.
