to taste your breath
under the willow tree
of our yesteryears
i strike back
with thoughts of you
hidden views
shades of blues
an indigo love
with a short fuse
to take abuse
or cue the horror of his please
we plead in the misery
forests of our virtue
we said no
and shade to black
shadows i ran to
light which hurt you
i said thank you
instead of how dare you
i love you
instead of looking at the angle
in plain view
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