He lets the world tilt,
Fall away from it all,
In ashes and smoke,
And the sickly sweetness,
Of incense,
As he rises up above,
The endless brawl,
Of night cats,
Hunting in the streets below,
Leaves behind,
The thickness,
Of the moisture in the air,
Goes back to that cold day,
Where she lay there,
Bare,
Nothing but honesty in her eyes,
That were darker than night,
In the dawn's glare.
~Rei Shiori
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