Falling Pieces

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I've found this glorious light
In the absence
Of your eyes
Fading into fog
Eerie and unnoticed
I've found a path
Worn and cracked
With bridges of broken wood
With initials engraved
Like wounds
A stream
Of desire and lust
Flows under my feet
The cold touch grasps
My eyes
My attention is yours

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