and the leaves sink slowly
in the blood stained water
a scent of ethereal potential mists through
imploring divinations i sat
as i felt the cold metal
wrap seeming tighter
the inscription a brand full of doubt
all the books in my bookcase
and my glasses on the table
all the machines around me
and not a candle in the house
the king of swords, the fool,
the ten of wands, and Ruin
and floating the hanged man
never have i longed so for death
all the books in my bookcase
and my glasses on the night stand
all the laptops, televisions, the phones
and not a piece of chalk or bone
it all depends on him, she said
with hazy eyes and foggy voice
and i lost hope because you are
the reason i came to her
late nights at work
streaked with inception of questions
darker than the liquor in the cup,
leaves screaming broken rings and lies
all my studies kept me from the truth
and without the glasses, your honest face
all the distractions you use to escape
and it took a sideshow stranger
to show me the proof i held
princess of pentacles ill-dignified,
i paid her with the ring
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