for the muse alone
eyes lined in black
failing to meet the jester
but only for an instant
to look away again
hearts roll off the tongue
spoken quick to lessen being heard
not as guarded
as once was before
a smile of the blade
inked in forever
a bracelet on a slender wrist
mirrored and adorned
life could have been less of the same
when tasted of two souls traveled
met in a circumstance
two hearts alone
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