Seed 11

Executive rest
You're with me like second skin 
Tap of a finger

Truly more like 4
From the first, last shape arranged
Know how to end it?

End we |both| survive
An end we can comprehend
And still sleep at night

Did I cross your mind?
First pass, how could I ever?
Next, how could I not?

Did my words once bloom?
Once writer was out of reach?
A flood of regret?

Or did they slip sight
Becoming the odd backdrop
By/In which you wonder?

Unknown Ordonnance 
De/Reconstructed |just| by (you)
Now wondering why

Seed beneath/within false seed
You are The Queen of Hearts here
For this heart is mine/yours

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