Love after the whistle has blown

The factory of your mind is closing
The light fading
Like the dying arc of an ancient sun in another universe we’ve yet to find

Take me there with you
So that I may shout my echoes among the damp white walls and abandoned work stations
So that I may suffer the reverberations in my chalky bones and decay

With you
As we promised
Forever ago
In that universe we’ve yet to find



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