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[obliqueone]

Spring is not a season I belong

Diminishment of cold, darkness
Shrouded in dusk, lurking in the corner of a eye

Your intriguing haze of words swirl
Infuse
Inject
Entwine
this form in comforting incandescence

Wander the broken hallways
Solitary corridors
Only this consort abates loneliness

Patience awaits in the rough doorway
dissipates uneasiness
A welcoming velvet convoy