a letter to the
woman i once loved more than
myself: i still do.
* * *
sinister nightfall
frigid still winds of horizon
the wide-eyed unknown
* * *
terrified of you
truth falls over still closed lips
soothing inner demons
* * *
unshakable sight:
your eyes dance across loose leaf
under the dyed moon
* * *
nights are lonesome e-
ven though ostensibly no-
thing has changed at all.
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