Alone in the
night 
dark walls
closing 
words that echo
promises
breaking 
Mock of
whispers 
in the
stitching 
of his lies 
betrayed cunning
Cornflower eyes
brim 
until the
mourning 
filled the morn
with her weeping
She, still
awaiting
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