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I killed her

Maybe the world did,

some for me.

Maybe there's something, anything,

else.

I feel Her so truly

like an echo

all relief will be temporary,

all work for not.

each letter screamed by the muted cuckold.

I awake to my present

bound to love

bound to Her

and as I scream and

My heart screams out

please listen

for my echo.

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Published
Feb 19, 2010
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