Under dark skies and hooded eyes
his fever broke
Her soul splintered, shooting stars
In forgotten rhymes
Leaves whispered as the table turned
her heart melted
Smearing his face with honeysuckle dew
Time stood paralyzed
Water lapped at their best intentions
his words erased
Chiseling her tears into a monument
He moved on
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Whiskey Tales and Spells 
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