Untitled.

I fathom your existence-
and the sun has yet to fade
today's battle.

Will a single lie draw off your sky?
A chivalrous smile.
Never will i.

Vanish the paranoia-
Death is butterfly.
With one final breath--
Crave.
Boil.
and collide.

in reply to 
'Angel of Grace:A Miss' 
by Unknownymous Poet)

A tragedy of missed,
missing moments.
Tranquility of dreamed,
dreaming dreamers.
A hunt never ended.
A turpitude.
A violet forever blue.
Ever an elegy.
Never a mirth.
Faded never jaded.
Until you came
I
resurrect.

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