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Cynthia
By moon the hour's numb
brings on the aging foul
words into cursive
travel the invisible ink
Become your shadow
became the blame
to place disgrace
with dirt or name
My lovely initials carved
sinking beneath the starved
where rhythm shall exhale
near the song of lovers fail
Charcoal limbs in weight
the mind's eye sees itself
this burns longer than hate
Love the blood as blue is through
I stood across from these assumptions
and bled onto me was a frightening verse
black or white the noise got worse
Can you imagine a world without color?
Because I fell fast asleep in it
