all is calm in my place:
the home i've made out of
those cold corners we
paint outselves a sea of
quit further into.
where absence became my
easel for the choices
mankind was too frail
to make on their own,
i made this city.
without a moment's pause
i stepped into a forbidden
place that we each lock away,
and called you back to me.
your move.
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