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Nov 2015
Blue sky’s above, darkening abyss below
And here I cling in between
Broken earth to which I wean, floating fragments of solid ground
Yet I feel you, all around
Grip closed tight around my neck
Like vicious vultures you once peck
At my will and at my heart
Enough to make me fall apart

But change has drifted, on the wind
My flesh is healing, from your whipping
No longer blooded, let to dripping
Yes I feel your grip is slipping
Cloths to which you cling are ripping
I will shed you off of me
Yes, forever gone, farewell to thee
Sympathy you’ll never see
From me at least, when I am free
You drove me in, the abyss below
But I crawled out and you must go

Just know this, when you are gone
I’ll be scarred but much more strong
William Sexton
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William Sexton  25/M
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