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You are gone at first light Lipstick stains on the wine glass gleam It was a crazy night Your shape on the sheets so white Makes me ache and remember my scream You are gone at first light The cigarette butts on the floor a sight All memories of a recurring theme It was a crazy night The empty bottles full of our ghosts so light It was not love supreme You are gone at first light The bruise on my inner thigh a sight Not a theme for a dream It was a crazy night So I will search some more for my knight In the bright light of the dancing sunbeam You are gone at first light It was a crazy night
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
You Are Gone At First Light
You are gone at first light Lipstick stains on the wine glass gleam It was a crazy night Your shape on the sheets so white Makes me ache and remember my scream You are gone at first light The cigarette butts on the floor a sight All memories of a recurring theme It was a crazy night The empty bottles full of our ghosts so light It was not love supreme You are gone at first light The bruise on my inner thigh a sight Not a theme for a dream It was a crazy night So I will search some more for my knight In the bright light of the dancing sunbeam You are gone at first light It was a crazy night
A vexing villanelle
#love#loss#rhyme#memory#repetition#meter
jhilmil-breckenridge
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
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