When the sun comes up, it'll tear the sky
Like a razor tears a wrist,
But I'll be safe in bed with you
Where every cut is like a kiss.
When the dark descends, it’ll find us blindly
Tracing the constellations
Of our scars across the empty space
Of flesh in which they're hung.
We didn’t know when we were young
That every effort is undone by time,
And we’re still in it. Wiser now,
We fall asleep and dream of immortality.
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