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i confess, i do not draw often or well. this is the first time i have picked up my notepad in months. but, tonight, something urged me to sketch. a feeling of almost desperation. i drew unsteady, thin lines that i imagine make up my contour, small sticks thrown onto a page. they aren't much to look at. they are only the scribble of words i cannot fully form.
& it says:
the king's eyes were hollowed out
by winter's passed and the points of hearts
sharpened by the Queen of Clubs who
stewed with jealousy over the
color crimson and strongest symbol
of the many lovers who sacrificed their
own heart to another (under the Queen)
[of Hearts not Clubs] clovers commonly
mistaken for a weak green of leaves to
be crushed under bloody hands who ripped
the skin to feel inside and touch the
beating heart of their tangled-fever
lover singing songs about the King of
Hearts with hollowed eyes and the dark
Queen who fell for another symbol who
wasn't anything more than just
another card in a deck.