It’s a sky the shadow of suicide's lips
The boisterous curls of defiant youth
A faded colour swatch
The instant recoil from a fiery furnace
An ashen face licked clean by childbirth
The dewy flush of opportunity
A second-storey window seat
The oppressive gait of an old man diminished
A devastating change of heart
The tolling peals of twilight laughter
Thievery in the abbey
The rigid resilience of an early bloom
Your father's eyes siphoned dry of grief
A love anchored and bound
A weary sun engulfed by belligerent ocean
A pleading surrender
All the heat you've ever known
At once reduced to frost
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