ROCKSTAR | ROCKET BOY | ROGUE
It's time now. The ending at last.
Our death to the summer
Our hearts part together the doldrums of the desert.
The last night we spoke, young azul,
it was an isolationary dream.
We spoke of monstrous contracts in Tokyo proper,
we crawled on Yeshua's grave.
We're still here, you and I.
But
"Take care," he said.
For I'll no longer take care of you.
And in the solitude of night you must remember
that I am still capable of love
so succinct,
that we could never lose.
And of that power which divides us,
We defer constantly to memory.
Once in a blue moon.
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