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Dead Leaves & Devotion
She is pleading
eyes wilder
than a cemetery dog
off leash and pawing
at her master's grave
but I cannot help
She is screaming
if and if and if
then and then and then
a flurry of promises
anythings and everythings
to fuck her poison again
but I will not help
She is begging
with the rage of an empty cup
tearing at the cage
where the demons
burn to escape
but I must not feed their flames
She is curled in a ball
a cradle of dead leaves
crushed on the floor
sobbing out busted prayers
while I pray the door stays locked
waiting for dawn
to wash her face
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