What binds us together?
The sky bleeds a bright yellow,
Sewn with gold thread,
An artwork made by the most delicate hands.
It's as strong as the tide -rough yet gentle,
It sways like a rhythm,
And each beat becomes more meaningful.
The silver-lined haze in the night draws close,
Nebulous in its nature,
But I see clear, each detail defined.
It's extraterrestrial, but all I know
Is that with you in my life
I'm out of control.
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