Never Even
Once someone like the tightest stringTied into a not inside my heart
Something I forgot anything
To hold the flame that could never start
Time has turned the world burns cold away
From all the warmth never to know
An inner sense only gone astray
Like lunar light dancing on snow
Taking in a breath evaporates
Blanket sewn of mist and fog worn
Ever throwing caution to the fates
Like never even being born
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-08-09 at 23:56
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