Was

He was the man she used ….. to ground herself
   but not the man she chose ….. to reflect upon

How fickle starlight is ….. at noon
   disallowing all greyscaled shadows
      cast upon spent scarlet roses

How truthful daylight is ….. at midnight
   authorizing dark crimson runes
      tattoos gracing perfectly weathered scrolls

How fearful she was of ….. her own reflection
   outpacing light itself
      scurrying midst contrived sepia heartbeats

Was she ever true ….. ever ?

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