On Tuesday, Greatly

Jan 8, 2025
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Beauty, as

all lovers know

Is terror fleshed and I

Loved you to ruin, and rightly

I think you knew

but hid in

swallowed words and silent forgettings

though I can't say

Just who you spared, myself or yours

However my eyes scaled heights

I was

Made flawed and clear-eyed

No eucatastophre could be

Lest I, triumphant

Lived enough for us to

Shed out adolescent flesh at last

I, as you

Stillbirthed and miscarried away

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