Twisted hair of silken coal,
Supernal lazuli eyes.
Mantle an antique soul,
Delicate, precious and wise.
A votive kiss.
Endures on the lips,
A master reminisce,
Of times long missed.
Hidden smile,
Speaks aeons truth.
An echo of pasts revealed,
And of futures forgotten.
Tender words of rasping goodbyes,
For too late I opened my eyes.
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