Flooding through the blue crossed coercion
pulsing, breathing, fading.
Tirelessly projecting, yet never complying.
dimly progressing, slowly tarnishing.
Alas, evaporation meets pixilation
as it shatters into the obis.
Until Your arms open wide
embracing the broken tangles,
Until Your love covers all
the broken crevices of my heart.
Until You softly whisper sweet sorrows into my ear.
Well done, my dear child. Well done.
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