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Loss

I'm losing a perfect thing

Past the pastel cracks glaring

Those western eyes were once mine

Now only concrete I could define

Distractions, cold stars on my skin

The sunset whispered words again

Life wasn't a movie, I got scared

I've taken measures not to be prepared

Drag the motivation it burns away

Chafed like elbows on mannequin display

I'm sorry, the phrase casually bland

But there's no proper way to understand

Chekhov's gun pointed in my throat

It used to be my sole source of hope

Now it hunts me like a pack of vampires

The situation is a demon, black eyed and dire

I'll always keep it, I'm afraid to lose this universe

The thought of freckles is such a blessed curse

On a flimsy canopy, past the bed I've made

Please don't let it fade, please don't let it fade...