An Equation. 38

You were a time, the only one I called mine;

reminded me of a time, filled with roses and rhymes;

held me at a time, through fantasy’s lines.
You were a time, my broken spine;

reminded me of a time, a bloodshot of pine;

held me at a time, I didn’t call mine.

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