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Discipline
Crowns decorated in silver
A masquerade gone overtime
Bad decisions whisper kinder
Paint my vision with pantomime
And for me loss cries religious
A lamb shepherd to forever
Hells slow dance growls warm, contagious
Best spent piecing us together
Last number of a dying breed
An animal snug on a thread
I can never know what I need
Break bones to invent my head
Waiting fruitless I count seconds
Laughing as my insides color pages.
A masquerade gone overtime
Bad decisions whisper kinder
Paint my vision with pantomime
And for me loss cries religious
A lamb shepherd to forever
Hells slow dance growls warm, contagious
Best spent piecing us together
Last number of a dying breed
An animal snug on a thread
I can never know what I need
Break bones to invent my head
Waiting fruitless I count seconds
Laughing as my insides color pages.
Published 3rd Jan 2025
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