By your breathless side I left my hope;

as the thick curtain closed and engulfed us,

our future frayed like a worn hemp rope.

In dark deathlessness I’m alone to grope

for a frail ribbon, my own dreams surplus

as by your breathless side I leave my hope.

Black is precise, but my clothing is taupe;

life’s fabric faded to washed out hues,

my future frayin...

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