As my hatred grows

I recall
When horror, faint- the light had gone
The days were strange

Penumbrae eyes
My wisps in mind
I strung along, my pallid face
Toned awry-
The words I laid. Was she mine?

When she came-

I recall
She perched on hate
And tied our hearts with purple string
I clipped her wings
I gave her mine

We recall
The days were strange.

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