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Aug 2016
She sits with me in darkness
Exhaling miasma in my lungs.
The clock ticks within my pockets.
Poison leaking from my tongue.

Still she sits with me in darkness
Holding tightly to my shame.
Silence of the lamb, so heartless
The shepherd has forgot my name.

So she sits with me in darkness
Preying on my pain.
The antithesis of a goddess
This demon dwells within my brain.

Still she sits with me in darkness
Her identity is clear.
Dear failure’s main accomplice
And her name is Lady Fear.
Written by
Virtue  Some place
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