Michelle
As I knew it would
Do it did
Unexpected
Yet predictable
Her head was down
Dressed in that of pavement and concrete
As her soul
Represented in greys
She regrets
And I will that weight to be heavy
My hair doesn't grow
The scar is smooth and inane and quietly empty
The scars don't bother me
But I dream of revenge
Several it cold
But that is dreamt not acted
Then I saw her
Keep that head down
Shuffle on
In my quietness you escaped
But I. Your guilt you're dragged down
Not my hands but yours
Breathe in my ether
It will always be upon you
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