Each peel of laughter
A desolation
A sounding of the gulf
between what was and is
That yawning pit beneath my feat
Blades withdrawn
Blood slow seeping
Coagulating
A dance
forgotten
Lips
Speaking
What was will never be
Each peel of laughter
A desolation
A sounding of the gulf
between what was and is
That yawning pit beneath my feat
Blades withdrawn
Blood slow seeping
Coagulating
A dance
forgotten
Lips
Speaking
What was will never be
What will never be….haunting…..
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