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Permanently Entangled

The night tasted of cinnamon;

You were a tangled vine.

I draw back

The heavy curtains of memory

To transform

My dwelling…

Mirror of leaves reflects stars

And offers me a potion

Concocted of cinnamon and vines…

Then the curtains are sewn closed

Tightly

And I am permanently entangled.

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