she was Edna
he was Jack
her heart
and words
held him
he was a
feast of thoughts,
a jungle of vines
she danced
in dreams
through seasons
they softened
the air between
them
she was his
muse
and he…
well, he was
Jack
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Author:
shadow424 (
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