Empty Space


A space left so far in between,
Yet too thin for a murmur of air to escape,
Beyond the emptiness lay transcripts of a thief,
Even deeper, lay the petals of a wilted red rose;
Innocence torn,
Beauty supressed;

Stolen and given,
A flurry of bargain,
A muster of flesh in the lake of silk,
End was nigh,
And so as little you and I.

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