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Written on the 11th of May, 2022.
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Act I
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A work from last year, for someone who I was truly in love with - not just hoping I could be.
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Dismal, the abyssal depths speak soft to me,And the wind makes waves of my locks: untethered,This mortal plane has gifted me strange names,Some, I can..
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Cyclical thoughts,Those moonbeams caught in air,As iron bars, struck by,A dust storm,Time, grimly winding,As ruined Knossos,Under the gaze of Kronos,R..
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See Notes.
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Your vespertine whispers descend at midnight,From reaches of velvetine sky, ethereal corners,Of galaxies painted, aquiver with eternal flecks,Reflecti..
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Your steps ring clear, a brightly feudal sound,As to your doors I come, seeking, singing,Beckoning you near, come and see,The sun you dawned upon my r..
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And yet, I can smell your skin,
Sweet, and yet, memory isn't,
Motive enough for it to have,
Meaning to me, no longer,
Does it inspire resolution,
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Your eyes are as a sonnet, eyes to match -- conveying separate lines.
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