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Cryptography




Cryptography
Cryptograph
I find acrostics in my sleep.
Seraphs bruise my skin as I fall

succumb to your codes, smear crimson
misperception over my 500 thread-count sheets.

Carpet rife with sorrow, my feet
shipwreck your failed missives
tattoo my ankles with fetters
I have no cipher to crack.

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