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I whisper her name into the callous night
With endless thoughts and delusions of grandeur
When a smile is created upon her face
Of my own accord
I cherish the memory
An act so virtuous and of rarity not bolstered by many
The shadows overtake the moments in between her dalliance
Beauty freckled with an atramentous permanence
She knew of my intentions
But was unattended to her own curiosity
Ending years of patchwork reveries
To entrench within the arms of demarcation and somber
My reflection breaks with every step she takes across the rainy dystopia of her imaginings
Further away from me she wanes
And I can only waver in fragmented solidarity
That soon this shall be decided
Colder it gets the further she glides into the ether
The funeral pyre I ignite is extinguished by long warming sighs
I look up to view the source of solace winds
My ghostly portrait embedded within her pupils stokes the winds that depose my requiem
Across this darkened oblivion
I’ll wait for her forever
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