Thou love I did not see.
Thou vision a seen from Shakespeare.
A cue for treason,
loving you for all the wrong reasons.
Need I try.
Why did she lie?
Lie on this bed of broken nails.
Lie on the river's bank.
Bank on this memory.
A city in green.
Green light says proceed.
Proceed to another chapter.
Chapter this.
Chapter that.
That twist of fate comes
a knocking at your door.
More later
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