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"i found shadows in the sun again,"
i looked at her
with a gleam of sarcasm in my eyes,
as she looked down with wind in her hair.

the night looked lovely on her.
the purple of post-nebula progression
it made her eyes look electric blue
though they were a soft green.
"i said, i found shadows on the sun again."

she'd never look up unless
she couldn't breathe and needed
to pull a sigh out of her butterfly winged lungs.

and that bothered me;
                - she'd refuse to breathe
                only because the air seemed
                un-enough.
        she'd give up so easily sometimes.

i run out of pretty things to say
but she looks at me expectantly,
hoping i'll find my muse
within the corner of her elven color-coated eyes.
sometimes i did

all i asked was for the end of the world.
when she heard me, she looked up.
                not because of the lack of oxygen
                or her refusal to take a breath
        but because she said she'd do anything
to make it happen.

so she looked up to the sky,
not knowing how long her neck would be craned.
she closed her eyes and counted,
four hundred and thirty seven, four hundred and thirty eight,
four hundred and thirty nine...
and then,
                "there it is...
                i found shadows on the sun again."

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"i found shadows in the sun again,"
i looked at her
with a gleam of sarcasm in my eyes,
as she looked down with wind in her hair.

the night looked lovely on her.
the purple of post-nebula progression
it made her eyes look electric blue
though they were a soft green.
"i said, i found shadows on the sun again."

she'd never look up unless
she couldn't breathe and needed
to pull a sigh out of her butterfly winged lungs.

and that bothered me;
                - she'd refuse to breathe
                only because the air seemed
                un-enough.
        she'd give up so easily sometimes.

i run out of pretty things to say
but she looks at me expectantly,
hoping i'll find my muse
within the corner of her elven color-coated eyes.
sometimes i did

all i asked was for the end of the world.
when she heard me, she looked up.
                not because of the lack of oxygen
                or her refusal to take a breath
        but because she said she'd do anything
to make it happen.

so she looked up to the sky,
not knowing how long her neck would be craned.
she closed her eyes and counted,
four hundred and thirty seven, four hundred and thirty eight,
four hundred and thirty nine...
and then,
                "there it is...
                i found shadows on the sun again."