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Another I Buried; | Poem

What’s left in blankets’ stained,

A few days of masked togetherness,

A soul walked in the alleys of darkness,

And, you stayed numb for the time’s healing.

I tell you the truth now,

When I write of darkness; pretty smiles,

Alas, when you see it in me,

You take a walk of no return.

I’m tired of being a blindfold,

Put these words down and see,

The reality of words I play with,

Sooner you will feel to leave.

When I stare into your heart,

And say,

You bought torments of love,

Believe me, Deathra,

I am awake to see you.

©sjwordsmith

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