Renée's Weeping Cube
Thu, 15 Oct 2009 at 10:22pm
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When darker than your liquid eyes
We spoke, last cool October
Your laugh cut through the sleepless skies
To hedge fancies that “love is over!”
Retorting teal threw comets forth,
We promised not to wish
Then sand dunes swirled in rueful scorn
We promised not to kiss
Our hands remained twined though
And moonshines left a gaping hole
The world collapsed around us
And we just wept for Moirai.
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