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an ache to be free
of tattered threads
free of split thoughts
of curdled words
withered hopes
battered dreams
an ache to be free
of twisting strands
free of bruised whispers
of rotting echoes
throttled silences
saccharine smiles
an ache to be free
of today’s pain
free of what is felt
of the screeching now
free
of me
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