The sun sets from you
It rises with a breath
Suspended in a moment
It wallows in your chest
The situation's moving
Carving out the rest
Disembodied, standing there
Leaves it throbbing
Leaves you scared
But there was nothing I could do
The sun set from you.
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I like this, Bri. It's not cryptic.
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