A razor cuts your wrists, but
what cut you off from me?
Is true love quart'red below?
When (blew) an azure sky
separates the chambered clouds,
which Earth will you then save,
which elements recycle?
These eclipses should portend,
but I would always be
the bastard that I am,
had the maidlienest, brightest star
eclipsed upon this gesture.
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