Bites of Your Rigid Repose
Truth of you, lain bare before me froze, as
I feigned acceptance of such lovely, frigid
majesty. Successive seasons' henceforth, are
doomed to mock paused memories of you.
A single stone tooth exposes your name,
reminding me by bites of your rigid repose.
And I am bitter, chipped off at the granite
that left me leaving you to shoulder blame,
namely the truth of you, lain bare before
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