All the driblets shedding for you,

All the songs and poems too.

All the paints, images, and quills

All the tusche with the oath telling 'I always will',

All the rhymes, all the curses, all the hands

All the smoke of Black leading us to where we land.

All bruises casted when you were gone,

All that dyed rose choking us with its thorns

All scars and broken promises under the sky

All twenty-eight silver lines.

All reflections cleared in that cold crystal glass;

All wishes from the lacerated pillow for this might last

All scent bloomed within the blurred clementine,

All heartbeats when your lips touching mines.

All that white T-shirt and dim old jean,

All stories we told when rain made it clean

All skins and bones combined,

All delusions we lost in to know how galaxy collided.

All deceits, crazes, and drives,

All madness tingles thus keep us alive

All of our incessant bittersweet tragedies,

All dear love seizing us endlessly.

All chaos, thunder, meteor storm;

All Elegy makes these hearts warm,

All the green, the gray, the blue

All, it's all — for you.

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