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Blue bottle in a silver skin, 
aren’t you tired when
you stand alone, tears never ending, 
awaiting use in silence? 

Blue bottle in a silver skin,
your moony shine glints yet
your heart, unscrewed, releases 
a melancholy sigh. An ache.

Blue bottle in a silver skin,
You are a gallant mirage.
Flaking iridescence hinting at mortality. 
You are a panacea. 

Blued and silver, 
bruised and slandered.  
Blue bottle in a silver skin,
Aren't you tired?