We are made for stone
Stoned to sparser breaths and
Harder grow the nails that show
The way to a darker promise.
Inside a chest once bloomed a rose
A stolen crimson moment
A smile floating on the salinity
Of insanity's truer days.
It's war was against it's beauty
It's questions beat hard against
Every wound, every sanctification
Every lie that cajoled
It loved with the torment of it's fiery being
Yet that was a love sublime
Simpler was the afternoon which rested
Just bred Vile, awhile
The blossom withered without the
Smile from your eyes, the laughter from your hands
The wind rippling waves on a blackening ocean
And my love dying in my little golden watch
I had redeemed a mile, and lost infinity
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