you feel when this tragic mystery unfolds through,
coming home to find out you're undone,
beauty resembled the anger you left here for,
even after looking at the condensation on her brow,
it wasn't yours to own.
she's with him now, blessed breach,
the willow leaves against the stream,
another slotted spoon soon to be arranged,
comfort the taste, a memory of how you learnt to speak,
blacked out laser beams.
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