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the color of space has already faded me years of beauty

& i miss the naivety of her being mine to keep

'cause now she falls at my feet with fatigue.

spending all day in the minds of others,

who feed on her gold-leaf flesh with fervor

no longer does she dance for me

seeing my presence as a place of tranquility

now she seeks me for salvation

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