I Bask in a Star Filled Ray
Rays upon My Cheek
Rays like a long Summer
Rays like Groundwater Rushing
Rushing to Meet Me
Rays That Fill my Irises
Leave Me Drunk and Blind
Rays that Whisper Liquid Promises
Promises And Lies
I Fall into Rust Colored Suns
A Pool of Burning Snow
Somehow I Not Feel Its Burn
Feel Its Deathly Turn
Turn Turn Turn
Turning With the Sun Beams
I Am.
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