the towers
a line of trees
yours and mine
decided removed built destroyed
and argued
the pieces move from out the
roots of mountains
sorting the collected
toppled stacks
of tumble
arrange a circle
fence rounding gardens
for love we did for
love&
grudged reprisals
over many a spell
and well-meant gesture moving
kissred mouths
purring thro
-ugh the windows
all we made we made
a priceless thing
t
h
i
s
the hurt trenched
beneath what we could not
unmake
time moved its million Suns
in one red moment
a brilliance shared
an eternity destroyed
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