A sun-spackled frost-tipped ghost of a boy
Powder soft and sorrow veined in a
fresh-fluffed field where I will fight to find him
Star filled with light but looks so lost and lonely - -
the world can't take its soul splitting spellbinding shatter
(I am the darkness, and I will cover and swallow it whole,
insatiable, blackbitten, angry)
If I could be his lamplight I would, I would, I would,
(No) I can't keep the cold out I just watch in wonder
as he burns
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