She placed the valance over her eyes
unable to differentiate between night and dawn.
Sheer fabric, shear memories,
all play tricks on her mind.
Untrusting and not willing to let go,
all because the Spear has made her bleed.
He has become her sutures,
addiction taking on all new meaning.
Does she stay or does she go?
Does she follow or does she lay low?
Covered in the misconceptions
and held in place by a suffocating pillow.
He will be the death of her,
until the day he is no longer her Air.
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