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by Jan Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 18+ · Other · Personal · #1393175
To Whom It May Concern
They are silver voices that shiver at night,
The scratched memories, like metal reflections
In my soul that had unbled and undied,
Raping through the debris of resurrection.

Filing a motion, pleading for sanity -
I press my lips - I know the outcome.
I defied the skies, engaged in profanity,
A prostitute who never reformed and was hung.

The Remembrancers had tied a mighty knot,
They tortured, gnawed the busted bones…
And killed for all the things that I were not
And showered dust, and showered stones…

Dead. Silver sighs shimmer and evaporate
In tiny petals of remorse…
For evermore I was afraid, I'm still afraid,
But never crushed, or else supposed.
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