three powers (and a prelude)

(we met in a maze at a masquerade: she was b[o|a]red, and i was belted.)
there was birdsong on the breeze the morning after we first melted.
we marked each other on the inner skin, where finials from fingertips don’t fade.
fiery and feathered were the mo[nu]ments to meaningress we made.

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