A Despair in the Magnetic Ball

Water droplets fill my eyes fragrant with musk
The sun dries our tears of shame and together we are dust

The lights in the hallway plastered and tapered we glide
The spirit lifts our souls as we enter the cracks that rise

In between our faces is a spark of love that shines our faces dark
Through lines of blood in our hands working the land, take us to lightnings arc

Borrowing time to complete a fantasy, a dream sits in a locked chest
God brings me to life to take me out, blindness is welcome to what is the rest

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