Stress fractures break the mask

Heart full of blood and shadows
Cupful of salt
Distilled from bones left in the sun
Mind races on a track
Round and round
Stopping only to kiss you
Waking with the midnight sun
In the quiet
Fur and chocolate
Late nights become early days
Hourglass sand
Spills

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