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Mattisen Hecate Jan 2014
In a silent waking
I wish once to be swayed
Left with empty aching
My revery does fade

Biding ‘til the doors close
’Til I am left alone
All diction turns to prose
Voice but a pallid drone

I am a memory
One lost and not still missed
Curdled at your mercy
Hollow and unkissed

— The End —