Sonnet 2,602

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He said he’d guard my heart and keep me safe;

To take charge and protect me from myself;

We shared a twisted atheistic faith;

Our time and space an entity, we felt.

We spoke, we wrote, we sang of waking dreams;

Eternal sacrificial ink was spilled;

Injected, needled, elves in a machine;

So different were our words we formed a guild.

There poetry and promise not be kept;

Black static fed our grimaced tongue-tied souls;

And whilst I stayed for him, he tired and left.

Such madness means today the wind blows cold.

 

For I became the time that he forgot;

He said he’d guard my heart but he did not.

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