the moon was hiding so the windows are broken

this is my final smile

my final toothache

the last time i'll see the eight windows of your building

the ones that keep me awake at night

this is my last bite

my last words

my last world

because the eight windows are now empty

empty as a wound

empty as a soul

empty as you

you loved the moon

so you broke the eighth window just to see it

i guess love kills

doesn't it?

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