Architect of Her Misery
she's
down, down
like
a fallen tree
she
surrounds me
with
her leaves
and
carved on her trunk
for
perpetuity
are
a pair of initials
belonging
to me
architect
of her misery
she's
down, down
on
a rainy street
her
natural rhythms
lost
in the beat
of
her unchained heart
no
more lock and key
finally
rootless
without
me
if
I hadn't carved those letters
that cut right to her heart
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