We loved with a love that was more than love.

– Edgar Allan Poe

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Bereaved, through the selfishness of one more, is akin to drowning

beneath shallow waters. The hand that should attain refuge, withdraws.

Azure heavens within reach, nevertheless souls disintegrate…

Anger emits as of nickel-plated tongue, a blade which

illuminates hatred ~ cruelty. Solitary confinement becomes her

punishment, with a 24 hour clock.

Walls of discouragement are the blindness which ills her sight,

breaking her heart, saturating her soul engulfed in toxic vapors,

wretched key en route for destroying her fragile essence.

Vile words of expression pierce her body, whipping lashes,

resembling abrasions which consume her flesh. To recognize this

child, abandon, dresses within blood stained malicious words, is

to witness her spirit.

Her childlike ways, the softness in her voice, kindness in her

smile, a heart mending, waiting for the gentle arms to rock her like

a baby, her prince which will treat her with tenderness that she has


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