From vows to haunt

Once, the cuboid closes

I’ll stand alone

just holding roses.

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The misty air, of fresh soil’s scent

a patch of grass

the crow’s descent.

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A shadow as wide, as light can travel

feels like a sharp calamus

shot as an arrow.

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Salty moisture, downs my lips

as painful as the calluses

on my finger tips.

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As the crowds depart, with bleeding hearts

I think of me

my change of heart.

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My moisture mask, turns into air

my lips wake up

so does despair.

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Alone at last, my soul proclaims

and I start dancing

without Loraine.

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Fragrant flower, you fill the air

I am not alone

I sense you there.

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Forever!

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