I'd love to sleep in the desert tonight, with a million stars around...
is it a dream, or will it come true?
I let you go, like night passing over an antechamber of lights,
I let you go, like rain wet streets running to drains in the dark,
I let you go, when the fever bleeds out and the hallucinatory dreams fall like clumps of hair,
I let you go,
Like the cycle wheel, rust encrusted, between the blades of grass and lead to
Other star mapped nights, other scarlett bedspreads, other words dropping like glass in the wind
on phantom summer nights,
I let you die quietly,
And write our stories with your breath.
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