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bender

she had a gaze  
like a love letter to the dead
funeral throat vespers in a sodium blur
wishing she could walk down the stairs,    
for an iota of control
   
like the wayward calf subdued by hyenas,  
you are still very much alive    
when the liquor    
tears your life apart
Written by Grae (Bryan Gray)
Published | Edited 31st Dec 2022
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