walled in by all these shiny shiny words
then told to breath this circulated air
she drew a line to run along the hordes
a solitude beyond what one can bear
we’d meet on full moons every second fall
and think of it meanwhile in between
my cells regenerated at a crawl
after they had been stolen from my twin
once waiting at the perch (three buildings high)
my blue veins dropped as they untied adieu
a serpentine display came tumbling nigh
they criss crossed in descent towards askew
what ends may never cause a single pass
though I may find the body in the grass
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