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25th Passage
Cuts like a knife gone through a last meal, Nothing more to give, even less left to steal. Closed the window, then pulled down the shade On the yesterdays and promises once made. The moon plays low, the heart's beating soft, Silence is broken by one last, distant cough. Grey fog sets in on the morning's rise, It soaks through the dreams, washing off the disguise. Mary's been gone for just a short while, Some say forever they'll remember her smile; The lines of life that covered her face, And softness of touch in her warmest embrace. Walks to the west and never looks back, It's laid out ahead though been painted in black. Burst through the night, broke loose from the chair, Was freed from the pain; was freed from the despair. Still be one law which so few defend While hearts are hunted in the days that don’t end. One red rose pales near freshly dug graves, And nobody knows if their souls will be saved. Carries the knife used in the last meal, While gold from his teeth was left for thieves to steal. Sunset draws lines o’er waves in the sand; Two drift in silence, waiting for the command.
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