Sailing away with my tears,
Seppuku-searching sapphires
Shining so bright in your face.
Sorrow surrounding sick stars,
Siblings with lashes of lash,
Holes in a osseus ground
- eyebulbs like olives,
Sadness in a cup
- halos eye-rimming, all covered with mud.
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