bound for checkmate
the envelope is sealed
monochrome eyes
unearth a pencil map
lay out on a
velvet age, deception of self
the wind wants to carry you
roses in arms, silence for eyes
green mourns for you
in the coming of the fates
joy can’t touch this moon
it’s a melodious acceptance
no fear for the all too near
a weight in the wings
soul folded
~me
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