floating,
gliding,
zooming in and out of abyss
Eyes,
The colour of caramel melting
Hones the skill of seeing past it
The Horizon
With its seductive snare
The promise of warmth
Of youth
sings with all its galore
The Wisp
Condenses away
To vapour
To particles
To nothingness.
The pupils constrict.
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