~To my lost muse~
Mechanical systems falter,
Wear comes with time.
Hearts' wrench -
Turn bolts and nuts
In an attempt to fix
The blue door.
Now we sit,
Separate.
Two that was one,
Alone,
Covered in darkness.
Eyes black, unmoved.
The sea of flesh
Pushes forward
Deep into night.
The blue door mocks.
Incomplete.
No key to return home.
Half a person,
Alone,
And afraid.
Dark.
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