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The Poem She Said She'd Never WritePrecious, oh preciousMore Like This
I know your face so well
It's painted on my hands and the walls of my mind
Peer at the face of the stranger
Reflected in the pane that affirms
That the mirror doesn't show an enemy
But one I can learn to love,
A task only you can help me to do
Engraved in my bones
Is your promise, infinite,
Of two broken spirits
Made whole when they intertwined
His crypt next to hers
Death to our demons as our
Hands clasp tight and we breathe
The breath of eternity.
LowsIt is in the staticMore Like This
held tight, a bone skeleton key
the last thing she heard
were words
she shouldn't have
Cling desperately
to nothing, to all she has
all she holds is
the poison
spread like fire
Reach out
in the dark, for some one
hope was there
but (no) longer
grasping
Carefully slip
gradually so, hold the skeletons
in her hands
bleed the poison
from her mind
Sta.sh
