A parade of armour.
My death on the tip of the xyston;
My blood drips love letters
Onto ivory papers.
Notes stuffed inside of glass envelopes,
Deliver themselves
On the whispers of the wind.
The gales push against your window
Eyes press against your body
A look of contempt from across the universe.
The Nova agrees then bursts;
A thousand shards of agony
Stretching from the Fornax Dwarf to the bottom of this bottle.
When the flag stops wavering
In the turbulence of your love
I'll put the cap back on.
~The Grand Tour.
Love,
Digress.
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