Grownup daughter’s once-shiny toy left behind come collegetime.
Every night the blisterful sun’s unsightly oneness
Acknowledged those divided as ultimately united;
Despite mighty leagues of sea miles between, their peerers concealed
The same flailed star.
Tart with need I veiled neatly my treasons
Screwed apart my arm-chewed chainmail heart
On scarred knees, her need my reason
Her cold sored relief fleeting
As seasons become to one aggrieved.
My flushed cheek seeks the cold floor’s mushing cold sword feel
Going misfired dart directions.
Alchemisland 
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