cold lullaby

a promise on his lips

forgiveness for the lies that crumbled

my pale eclipse

the aftermath of a love

stirred the calm waters

from the sacrificial dove

who asked humbly for burial of me

and my sweetness of a dream

that rained freedom

far too wide for the eyes to grasp

far too anciently set in stone

to recover its shrewd past

a lover in a cold lullaby

who still foolishly sees the way

beyond rusty eyes

that mirror your own disguise

your own subtle betrayal

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