Untitled Lament

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I reached for the key to undo hell's shackle.

An old story of a God residing in a tabernacle.

In this dark I laid bare in the cold lifeless lair.


A ghost in a shell a remnant of me.

The time past of a fruit bearing tree.

Sunken eyes separating flesh from bone.


I turned that key and bolted for home.

Trusted Love to see my broken shame.

She lifted my chin and called my name.

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