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Tuesday, January 24, 2023

free me

 dark wraith, oscillating my fate

brimming me to quake

When I questioned her faith.

baned by the twilight sepulcre that is her soul

I sit here, vice embeded in my chest, somehow sober

still hopeful I may again know her 

so I may ask what is next on our agenda

i felt the same as you, yet I carried on

perhaps its for the best, teacher...

perhaps the test is to nurture

what remains so that when I reach her

I would do the same, to protect us both

me and *my* apprentice

teacher, give me the chance to say my final words

give us the chance to knead peaceful wards,

to breath us both into hope

to bead us both, into hope...

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