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Obituary of our love.
Draped in black, our love she turns’
From day to night
And night to dawn.
She does not eat,
Nor does she breathe.
But lays in an inaccessible sleep
There is no kiss that could awake
The depth in which she slumbers
Nor find her in the corridors
Of dreams in which she wonders.
From poison oak to cherry tree’s
Everything once
Now disappears
Into a quiet, foreign realm
Where darkness grows
And overwhelms
