Melancholy was a lover dressed
in red
with a burden of mortality
and mind filled
with dread,

I beg to be released
lest heart be taken
with lust,

be naked as sky
and unwilling to change.
Yet I imagine you dreaming
only of me.

 

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Posted for QuadrilleΒ #71 @dVerse Pub

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