the sight of you
is either-
fate smiling down at me
or
cruelly laughing in my face;
it tends to do the
latter -
how beautiful a tragedy
is a beautiful tragedy
doubling all the ache;
quiet beautifully, dutifully,
entrancing me to dance
to the sounds of the clatter
as i break and i shatter
and melt into verses for you
once again
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