Neptune

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You sewed me up

Then,

Just like that,

I unravelled.

In the still of night,

Rustling of trees just outside the window,

Where Passion is found,

Honesty is our only plight;

Unable to ignore the rising plateau.

Now it is pouring

The pages disintergrating,

Clocks ticking

You sigh, defeated

Leave me, til mourning.