the sky was a blue it will never be again, your favorite color
pecans fell from your palms, your hands hidden from sight
i was in the flesh and you were my keeper
my raven,
you fed me the love you never consumed
you built me a house of spoons and spent your youth polishing silver
as i spent my youth preferring gold
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