the darkest of shadows sits with me
here in the confines of my personal space
we are not friends yet we are friendly
we have tea together and discuss the finer points
of free will, love and justice.
once he bids me to shed them
he catches my tears and pours them into a vase
where these black flowers bloom
letter by letter, sentiment by wailing sentiment.
and me without a match to set them ablaze.
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