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both hands as blinds before your eyes

to absorb the blinding rays of light

of the early rising morning sun

when the moon turned its back on one

was it meant to fail

was it meant to break

a disturbing scenery

I had to look away

I couldn’t see

I couldn’t breathe

you twist your limbs

and I turn the sheets

it’s such a scary ride I clasp my fingers in my seatbelt

on the passenger side my vision is flawless

except for this cracked windshield «sight"the world’s so fast flashing by

I try to hold my head up high

so I can see, observe and successfully abide

what everybody around me calls a meaningful life

met northbound;

perfectly aligned

like our bodies;

like you and I

they dwell for seconds;

hold each other tight

before they part, shut eyes and die

they promise to be one again in time

oh how they wish;

oh how they care

not knowing that one of them won’t be there

hoping both of them will be there

both hands have shattered

before your eyes

and now they settle as dust

with these sunset skies