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It's what you *didn't* do

I've broken a plate,
yet never a bone,
always left to fate
how the branches have grown.
A night cap to acclimate
when breaking boughs chaperone
that sharp shivery weight
of dreams never shown;
body laying prone,
a messy scene sewn
before your bewildered state.
Do me the honor of reserving this date,
and remember the time as my eyes dialate.
Written by mantisdeer (Cait)
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