Bruise berry eyes
Dark brown ignorance
Craving sunlight revelation
Caving in to fool emptiness
A complete fabric
Wizarded
Plant of apathetic tears
Fallen wet of colour
Down a feathered face
Never bothered, ever simple
Dimpled with moulded smiles and frowns
If there be smoldering days
- breathless ones that collapse with a bang
Fathering running heartbeats
And widening shock-eyes
That’s when the fall is felt
Upon the very proud skin
Losing touch
Collecting love
And catching careless beads of rays
With eyes closed and looking within
The fodder fed man shakes
Along the beat of the heat
Gaining speed, gaining greed
And when the bruise berries open
The apathetic tears begin again
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