What Sunday Does Pt.2

 

Too much the likeness of another,

Doth mirrored souls create,

‘Twinned betwixt the sheets of comfort and passion.

 

Glory on fire as the wind burns her name,

As hallowed as the pillow on which her hair remains,

The twin glass that shatters every night,

Against the sea of storms upon which she took flight.

 

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