The Insistent Depth of One Hour

Filtered through a window
Teeter-tottering in your evolution
You lay your last breath on a carpet. 

Azure oil spilled blue, your remains a lasting melody.
You had been seen from my wept eyes and as the minutes passed

The damper pedals hoarse layings
Waned back to navy tides

Alessandra G.

MA

19 years old

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