You came when
A Watery Moon
Blinded me with its
Repetitious cycles;
My eyes were awash
With yesterdays and
Tomorrows,
And the thing was done.
You, born red in a second,
Died white
In a year,
Choked on the dust
Of days and days
Crumbling
Into silence.
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