Is there anything else?

Shade and haze
swirling mist trying
to syphon through
the grey for days
she hides her craze
lost in between realms maze
dying within the numb
expression of feelings
always reflects a grave
to expire within
as you purge it out
shedding righteous
shine on a incognito lie
funds matter
thanks for ladying up
and admitting it
I am granite now a
blessing graciously delivered
just a little too late
we all are held accountable
for everyone we
touch with their fate.

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