Restless I gaze at my heart
going spirals about you
It gushes out from the holds of time
and falls into a bottomless pit
I stare at myself in the mirror
for want of company and joy
My mind keeps going in circles
churning memories of us
I give up, I fight no more
I rush into you, my black hole
And shy you stand dead center
bulls eye, apple of my eye
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