I travel through the
Fractured landscape of
My oppression
Your memory my only
companion, melting my
Dreams into pure shimmer
You lie back, languid
On the berth, staring at a
Moon I can't see
Your sad melancholic
Eyes, writing poetry
That I can't, won't, read
God calls to me
And my infidel heart,
While I die as
I travel through the
Fractured landscape of
My oppression
Your presence,
Half imagined, half real
Fills up my thoughts
Devouring each part
Of my soul, as you
Declare all of it
Hyperbole
Fractured landscape of
My oppression
Your memory my only
companion, melting my
Dreams into pure shimmer
You lie back, languid
On the berth, staring at a
Moon I can't see
Your sad melancholic
Eyes, writing poetry
That I can't, won't, read
God calls to me
And my infidel heart,
While I die as
I travel through the
Fractured landscape of
My oppression
Your presence,
Half imagined, half real
Fills up my thoughts
Devouring each part
Of my soul, as you
Declare all of it
Hyperbole
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