The feathers in your hair coming
Undone, prophecy-baring doves
Spilling from a warped halo
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Your hands are beautiful when they
Scream, as beautiful as your eyes
Drowning, as beautiful as your
Lipstick bidding farewell to a
Mirror that ceased to reflect me
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I’ll never claim that I loved you less
In a world where you were everyone
And everything, I love you quietly still
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The breadcrumbs that I lay never
Find you and all that was invincible
At conception spoils in my heart