nothing

nothing 

neither gold

nor silver

tho in time

seams ripped

entwine

climb

wings broken

none could

divine 

with me

not

remain

could it be

the liar

it must have been me

time

time was mine

bequeath a stitch

and roses too

all bloom for you

red, pink and 

yellow

some in blue 

forgotten pale

matched

beneath 

unrest

beaten chest

for you now find 

the path

unclimb

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