The skies above are shot through with blue
The summer light is bleeding into dusk
The Ides of love turned on me, turned on you
And burned us into dust
And all that remains
Of innocence is shame
And how we spent the tiny hours awake
Falling into days
Leaving in the early morning night
Silently, lips upon my cheek
Believing that that our sacrificial breaths will make it right
And blanket us with sleep
And all that remains
Of innocence is shame
And how we spent the tiny hours awake
Falling into days
jbg
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