"ascribed to malice"
your eyes represented a universe without
light. i exhaled as your fingers traced
the brim of an antique wine glass. you felt
distant, though i was equally as shallow.
you & i; miles apart for months that turned to
years.
so you placed your hand on my cheek &
you ran fingers through my hair.
i inhaled that old familiar smell.
then we fell victim to fate's fetters.
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