𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 gaze bends time,
pulls me past reason, past rhyme;
i drift. 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨, undone,
orbiting a soul dressed like 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣.
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