As we sleep
Among broken clocks,
Haunting us
With the same shields,
To their hands
To never touch another
Petal of ash.

You lay
With all your fervor,
Taken from the sun.
You stay
With eyes that have seen
Everything in-between,
I have yet to condemn.

You belong
Among the wash against
Your form and scars.
You remain to tug
The rope around your neck,
With all safety
For your eyes to trek.

We lay
With fallen faces,
Against the broken glass
Of surrounding clocks.

A shield
As our hands, for our tears,
With iron to each droplet
Brought from a scar.

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