Claymore
Out of this world some other dayIs the only place I may ever find the one
Way
Light was the dress you wore star woven silk
Night falling evermore skin white as milk
Day
Reveals only what appears to be not there
Looking through the mirror tears will disappear
Say
Anything to anyone everything is overrun
Time to find yourself alone in a room behind the sun
Play
It all over again and again in your mind repeat
Rhyme is all that is left to cover the tracks, retreat
Clay
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-01-11 at 21:24
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