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Jul 2016
Have you not heard
the sound that my heart makes
When you're breaking it?
The cold decaying sound
No end to the emptiness
Just the frenzied whispers of despair

Your icy blue stare
Void of compassion
Empathy does not live there
I was once the queen
Now just a pawn in
Your calculating hands
A throw away piece for your gain

My heart is battered
There is a chasm in my soul
And there is deliverance
For loving--
and losing you
I am bent, not broken
When you left---
You let the light in
Deja Voodoo
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