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She Of Whisper
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She Of Whisper

he gazed forward not
in room the sedative peaked and the venoms drip
opened the door to where
fossils and rumors wake
her lips now bitter taste
sweet in the after glow
remembering still how a human grows
into a monster if left unattended
and dark in a corner sank
reeling in-situ sank
like the vines of love
choking the sun

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