This is a long one, so bear with me. Already chucked the beginning thrice.
It was in fate that I saw her and the morning was full,
I Remember You As You Were, as your silky hair had a vigorous pull.*
As she sipped her tea and smoke of her cigaret ran Almost Out Of The Sky,
her castle was well walled, which no intruder could occupy.
From her inked moon, The Light Wraps You cold,
but etched sun warms me In My Sky, At Twilight of colour gold.
Drunk with pines, shameless I stood, to unravel the box of Schrödinger’s cat,
maybe, I should’ve kept away, just not to find out the result I was at.
Bewildered, unknown to her own beauty, she loved her love for black & white,
Ah, Vastness of Pines couldn’t stand her immense churned soul, it shone so bright.
To capture her in the moment, telling her, I Like For…
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