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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.
Grae
Written by Grae (Bryan Gray)
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