this world exists as two hearts
cooked quietly until they are just
over-white.
their suns are clouded over, while
yellow pools sit patiently waiting
to break open.
they whisper to me in my sleep.
get married. take a ring and let it
carry you away.
this feels like a fable,
but has too many dark corners
and doors with no knobs to turn,
no way out.
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