Maroon (excerpt)

 

…He did not give us glitter to keep in our pockets; but we let new wounds shine in the moonlight. I found bliss and blue inside pile of quiet line. I wonder where you kept your tears, gathered up your sharp words, big voice and broad shoulders. Our thorns linger and haunt. We were honey and blemished sword. We belong together, but time and wise divide us…

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