The deck was upright
My hand pulled out queen of cups
Wisdom turned me blue
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On a velvet couch My willowy thoughts were ghosts The notes spilled blue ink
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—and you call me embarrassing. your words sting, dripping with venom, sending my body into panic. I cry, half anger / half devastation.
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A hollow monument Constructed in Honor of my memory The only evidence I forgot Is carefully archived Forever locked away
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