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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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You stretched my light and etched my life,
searing my sight, leaving me dim
with only a trace of a ghost of a glow of sorrow and a hopeless tomorrow within.
Warped and lukewarm,
tepid, no longer intrepid.
Looking now in your eyes like pools, I'm drowning
and every second I stay afloat treading
I'm . . .
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