Your name, the juice on her lips.
You were given to her like paint is given to an artist.
Your colors set her canvas on fire.
How quickly it burnt to ashes.
Kneeling over empty paint tubes, she cursed Newton's discovery.
She wished herself into another dimension.
She saw your face in a pool of infinity.
For that moment, your colors were endless,
Your love reached past the zenith of her soul.
Drums chimed in with the leaving of your presence
A departed beat took the place of an enchanting melody
Signed to the name of her master
She marched on.
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