Far braver than the dark gave you credit for
You whispered to the sky
But only white drops came out
Diamonds behind your eyes
Past hollows that you swore would never close
Shut their doors upon you
Crossed the paths with tattered rope
Breakers for the morning dew
Far emptier than the tornadoes would ever allow
You grabbed the handle bars
But the tires deflated on the spot
Metal rusted onto the tar
Lemon grass stuck to the corners of their mouths
You took in the wet scent
Choked when the air turned pale blue
Returned the letters I sent
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