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Blameless
The cold night, unfaltering
Cradles the séance
I lead you from my thoughts
Drenched in memory
A smile felt behind the eyes
Clenched fists grip your absence as I lay with the first light
It beckons with vengeance.
The cold night, unfaltering
Cradles the séance
I lead you from my thoughts
Drenched in memory
A smile felt behind the eyes
Clenched fists grip your absence as I lay with the first light
It beckons with vengeance.
Published 24th Jan 2018
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