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von Crushed Stars

Annabelle and i
pushing through the vines
measuring our thoughts
revealed with the wine
down on astor lane
in our secret time, underlined
shapless shifting clouds
darkening the air as you hush my mouth and i touch your hair
annabelle and i going to somewhere
almost there
i see clearly now
through a fractured lense
trying to figure out where we start and end
annabelle and i when it all begins to blur within