A Virgin Thought
paint you
over & over
unraveling threads
sticky strings
of Fate's (un)doing
infinite fingers
of thin hands
peeling back layers
breaking
uncertain glass
tearing pure white
revealing
the tell-tale stain
of red
on purple-pink
on fingers,
on sheets
a virgin thought,
taken all too soon
from childhood
into deeper woods
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