Soulful eyes under the moon wondering at the world.
You stand alone with your wounds exposed
filling my lungs with ache.
I can count the scars on your heart.

Eyes residing in misted pools of misery,
the loss of you quenches my thirst.
Itinerant lover, merciless monarch of jubilation.
Exacting your duties and taxes at my expense.

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