ready fortune, ours to claim
towards future, steady aim
a granted wish to end the pain
sprouting like the spark we felt
flames were fanned and hearts enspelled
crimson as the knife beheld
we soared into the night sky soon
and danced under a winter moon
that wrist not clutched one deadly noon
a place for eyes and souls to meet
we shared embraces, warm and sweet
you ran across that fateful street
(2023)
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