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Grace

Whispered behind a thin veil
your eyes shaded grey with grief,
words I knew I would try to ignore.

But the end has come, dear.
For us to be parted,
this line drawn between us
definite and pure.



My soul will never repair.
You've reached in and taken a piece,
stolen it.
Whispered your curse and set it free
lost, forgotten.


Now, those other voices,
they grab at me, take me away
into the shadow down the corridor.

Close the gate, lock it tight,
never mind the rusted pipes my dear.
From now on your life consists
of sleep between needle appointments.


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