Kadabre

Aglow
Re: cavalry: go;
Weed caught in your cloak coat
We'd quartered and sold

I swore you’d never clone
I wore it in a bow
‘I want to be alone’
A tight border in your home

Mirrored
Not a way for pretty blondes to hurt
Stay becoming
Tower
Not the cuter little one you’d heard
Line your stomach

I’ve coralised lately

Sanction
Still a grandeur and abandoned son
Pace your running
Anon
A cathedral and a real love
Major numbing

I forged you in the throne
I wore you to the bone
‘I want to be alone’
A slight clawing in a throat

Harbour arcane, amateur husband
Harbour a mauling, you built a cabaret