where bitter memory still leads me.
Take my hand, my soul departs
your ghost will shatter my opaline heart.
No tokens to throw, no cards to deal
your passing, mere turning upon the wheel.
No need to decipher this ancient cabal
Fortuna upended, the tower will fall.
No mirror black I need to scry
to follow the strand between you and I -
..I close my eyes to divine you
(cast your bones anywhere, I can still find you)
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