Clouds entered my room
while you were out I summoned
Shaitan to our den and we played a card game
nondescript and repetitive as were the
seasons once you left.
Moons had passed and so had insect lifespans
as I sat counting in millimetres the depth
of the void you left in me.
Endless, I mumbled to myself
he only sat and watched, never beckoning.
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