It’s whiteness
It’s soulful singularity,
I withered it’s delicate petals
Bogged by social thorns.
I knew
It was souls baring
A third eye phenomenon
Where all was so fluid
Dimensions gelled one in one,
Yet I let you go!
Slipping through lifeless fingers
Viewed by dry eyes
I burnt the remnants
On the fire of my entrails,
Pushing your aura away
I wrapped my length
In loneliness
Never turned back
To trace the depth of our hurts.
This life has flown
Yours beyond horizons
Mine sunk below earthy browns
Spurned by love
With a vengeance unplanned.
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