till the morning comes

post the notice
under a
cat paw sun
remember padawan love
and forget
the mystery
of moving parts
as we invoke
drunk deities
with empty sight
and
burn the cities
for seven days

tomorrow creeps like a
radiant spider
untouched, unspoken
and broken dreams
are all we have left

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