#NaPoWriMo: The Doctor



The sound of two hearts beating

is an empty mirror.

Not even her faded ghost

lasts, in this void

where joy used to rest.

My Lord, a lone angel, cursed

to forever pass by,

to glimpse their black or white,

to let them stand and fall.

It is their destiny to be cruel

to your tender, bleeding soul.


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