...In a minute, she was gone.
Diving out of context
Just to snag
The promised
Ring...
...What would you then
Have thought of me?...
...What could have been
Your first instinct?...
...In a minute, she was
Gone.
...Like the dying scraps of
Dawn,
There were traces
That she'd left...
Miniscule clues
That were suspect.
I found what looked an
Answer...
...Turned out to be
Manifold!...
...Like a glass mosaic
Model,
I was dazzled by her
Code
Where the pieces
Snapped together
Forming one
Who was so fair...
...In a minute, she was
Gone!...
...Plucked right out of
Naked air...
Gone...
...Forever,
But remembered...
...In the waste bin
Of our hearts
Her face was like a
Beacon
That would
Retrieve us from
The dark.
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2018
Bunny Villaire
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