The Note Taker


What a beautiful night
A night to be remembered for its sincerety
For the cold wind and shoulder left behind in the aftermath
And its grandeur obscenity witnessed by none others

A beautiful story is told through its weave
And it can only resemble a truth desired within
Yet surely it does follow the same logic as the weary feathers
Must have been a coincidence for a meeting

The last chance in the afterlife to meander our true feeling
Could not possibly be more real than the life of our soul
So I caress it with great care, wishing to be the end of your antics
A final retribution for my penance

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