magenta
her spoilt tongue. bruised lips. passionate frailty
wayward thoughts of shame
waiting in flinch and sawdust
the eraser of promise never absent
listening to her dream
united at the closing of fatality
when the last domino falls
to remind her of loss and tragedy
of the lover who died, the brother who died, the friend, the father
mostly, forever young
the grains of grief embedded in her knees from the many stumbles
one cell at a time separated and became something else
breathing above stricken hearts and broken souls
particles move and climb, crossing the celestial equator
bowing to the equinox
illustrious lights sailing the atmosphere
the vision of eternity
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