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Frigid bedroom capture in a Spring without desire

Harvesting brightness despite

drawn to the heat, not the light

I lay steady

Stare at the ceiling waking fears of nothing

You lament for wasps

You glow cobalt

in the home of the friendless

Another night spent fussing,

feasting like the lords,

laughing at the fronting,

singing to the chords of Hell imagined

In this perfect hour

Gasping in a sleepless kneel

Holding onto gleaming teal

I lay steady

Stare at the ceiling waking fears of nothing

You lament for wasps

You glow cobalt

in the home of the friendless

Another night spent fussing,

feasting like the lords,

laughing at the fronting,

singing to the chords of Hell imagined

Lament for wasps

Cobalt blue

Once again this color sees an end