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highlyeccentricThree gates ago, my locket contained
a shred of a letter, a match, and your name
etched across the curve of a bone.
Two gates ago, I set fire to the shred.
Then a stile I stumbled into
needed mending.
Bone became nail.
The locket, a pail.
Your name is a veil I wear under my skin.
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a shred of a letter, a match, and your name
etched across the curve of a bone.
Two gates ago, I set fire to the shred.
Then a stile I stumbled into
needed mending.
Bone became nail.
The locket, a pail.
Your name is a veil I wear under my skin.
Published in Inkscrawl