• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 07
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It's already morning
but the pillow remains crescent.
Along the surface outlined,
daylight cuts a reposing figure.

Between two whites lies a cadence
of reds and a faint smear across
the skin leaves another trail
from the night outlived.

The head, went into hiding
somewhere before dawn,
as the heart crossed another frontier
- taking over.