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Move Ever

Do not move, ever
Frozen face in place of blood
Ready words are written once
Inside the door begins to shift shape and spin
Who knows you are
Supposed ly;;;
Someone waiting silently in the snow swirling outside
She has sparkling mirrors for fingertips
Armaggadeon smoulders in her eyes
A cold name is etched upon the evenings of her lips
She breathes as many as one she sighs
An only clue for you
Do not move, ever.



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-11-12 at 22:37

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