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Clawing at my Grief
Too late
you push into my sphere
to breach my secret lair,
how dare you seek and find me here
within this raptured air!
Be gone
before I swallow down
the essence of your shape.
Your ups and downs,
your sight and sound,
and at your neck the nape.
A tender sample of a soul
too empty to explain,
I shall not venture to extol,
my agony and pain.
Not every monster has a heart
though you will not believe,
I was a monster from the start
your love will not relieve
the darkness waiting to consume
your light just like a thief ,
now leave me gnashing
on my doom,
and clawing at my grief.
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