Every Morning Tempts My
Heart Into Breaking; But
When I See You and
the Sun Join Hands
Atop the Mountains, I
Smile Like a Tightrope,
Then My Lips Begin
To Horseshoe, and Then
I Laugh About How
Death Begs for Attention
Each Night as It Sinks
Beneath a Sea of Stars. Praise Skies
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