This question-prompt night, I feel the
Travel-far wind of her passing –
My cold-silver princess moon –
As it gently settles its precious
White-ice powder
On my aching soul and
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No Tomorrow-Chains.
So much sun-on-butterfly-wing colour here;
Princess on the table.
“No strings,” she begs, “let there be
No tomorrow-chains.
I’m asking for nothing more
Than one night’s freedom skies;
Perhaps a whole lot more
Than you dare promise …
But, before you shake your head,
Hear this: I am willing
To accept your lies
But you have to be convincing.”
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