Covers our only soul
And covers our only sight
Of this magnified mystified mastery
Whose heart has slipped out
The footsteps I should hear
Stay suspiciously near
To that place never here
Even blue can't seem to hold its hue
As if we all jumped ship
And any remaining
are the lasting receptors
That we couldn't eliminate by maiming
The heat I should be feeling
Takes to a mountainous sheer
Of fear and weary reeling
Against absolutely nothing
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