if there ever was a purpose
to the setting of the sun
azure gold and crimson
reminds me you're the one
who walked upon the brittle glass
crinkling fragments of my soul
bright yellow blue and cherry
ground into flesh unwhole
reminders of my foolishness
for allowing you inside
to use the colours of my life
and paint what you despise
the notion that as lovers
we embrace the waning rays
azure gold and crimson
until the end of days
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