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Untitled (6/21/11)

August 15, 2011

flecked with shadowy stains
wringing out the light and fetching dour promise
she turns, still surveying the urge to choke–
and, liking it instead,
follows it under.

her own restive will
light on appeasement,
shallow and filled with mercy,
dissolves into more retreat.

she pulls back
hoping someone will rip the lament from her lungs,

she remembers the ambition of light
and considers her malformed pride

and stirs again,
never having lifted,

rendering her fears
except for the ease of leaving

and welcomes the satisfaction
sealing herself against judgement

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