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Those precious bones of yours
Are ever-melting in a makeshift graveyard
That I've constructed for you,
In a plane of spiritual-coordination:
N: 05'03' –
The centre of my mind.

Rose campions bend their way
Through the rusty arches of this cemetery's gate,
I roll below all of it,
This place is my only halo.

I remember the terrible beauty,
Synonymous to love:
If it were a colour,
I'd guess
Turkish delight sky,
Yes,
It'd be the backdrop that coated out those days.

Stupid webs of tragic romance –
My memory often mythologising
And utilising Monet's lens,
Yet in reality there I was
Raging out of imaginary bird cages,
Sickly oblivious to your purple poison,
And like always so childish in my thirst for curiosities and mysteries,
Just begging for a broken heart.
keep your thoughts out of the water. I'm a strange bird :/
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AlecBell's avatar
This poem leaves me in need of words, or beyond their reach, Natalie!