ó thuaidh

she had a certain way

like fire in a stone

shot through with light

exploding methadone

so like gossamer

in purple jealous night

eyes of amber ardor

andesine labradorite

she was opium marrow

an impossible goodbye

i see her now

in the velvet sky


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