The pallor of illness
Shines through your feverish
Reflection of the sun
Bursting on the horizon to
Journey through
The night as I revolve around you.
Like heat lightning
Breaking through the black horizon
You are still aglow
Striking out now with a burst
But there is no sound
Just the angry orange ring around
Your face as it settles into a line of darkness.
Shines through your feverish
Reflection of the sun
Bursting on the horizon to
Journey through
The night as I revolve around you.
Like heat lightning
Breaking through the black horizon
You are still aglow
Striking out now with a burst
But there is no sound
Just the angry orange ring around
Your face as it settles into a line of darkness.
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