I thought I heard
a splash of twilight
drip from the lace curtain
then I realised
as your eyes were still
fixed
I must have been mistaken
shadows raised their arms
with me
and appeared to dance
along the corners
of the room
yet you remained static
softness of sunrise
yawned like hot red
and blue
with panicked melodies
and the stench of
disinfectant
still
you didn’t even blink
if that's not a good enough excuse, can I blame the fact I'm ill? 


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