The Shroud

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A cinquain. Mirrored.

I wrote

myself a song

I wove myself a cloth

warm and soft, made of compromise

and lies.

 

I’ll howl

at your side when the moon is full

I’ll drape the cloth ‘round us

and dance with you

tonight.

 

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