a flowing calm
of tearssplashed that
transparent canvas
by a soul
who stroke
through a cold embrace
it received the sadness
which
burned through her
and knew
how mournful her intentions were
though
death
was her only thought
and
as bittersweet
a lullaby
night could sing
the canvas to that painter
was
avowedly
her perfect vessel
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