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The Tortured Angel
In the darkness damp
and wet
form tears that fell to quell what's left.
No more to dwell
to blame in vain
left alone to feign deceit
while in pain discreet
and incomplete.
Cast aside
and left to die
to soar no more, never to fly.
His heart crushed
and ripped apart, such
that . . .
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...glazing over my life
like sheets of ice
melting me before pelting me
with harrowing insights.
peering deep inside myself
hearing echoed cries for help
and I can not imagine
a cavern this empty
is densely filled with all the ills to tempt me,
immensely still against my will
I’m gently g . . .
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