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A sharp peel and the crying stops,
With a long drawn sigh that escapes
Through the dim narrow corridors.
A light hangs low up ahead,..
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These spaces in-between the stars have caught me,
Raining attention. I hold a wooden leg that’s splintered.
It flakes under pink nails..
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Hot, heavy, ready to breathe, lips open,
He removes the cloak, revealing her skin.
Water kissed, sweet smelling petals drip, drip
From her ..
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The bitter decent, a lost cause of the souls resolution
To attain
something gone
The lost
forgotten, all begins to finality
A progression..
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The Point
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