Trojan Horse

When I loved you, the moment, the day,

I knew I signed on a blank sheet of parchment

Dark days ensued— sullen, hollow,

Like a Trojan horse, after birthing deception,

Wind whistling through it, children playing in

Its carcass, it’s worth lost—

The instant you touched me, the moment, the day,

You wrote my death sentence in clear ink; the

Parchment now filled, redeemed

Like a gift voucher over a counter

Never since have I lived

Never since can I die

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