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Sep 2017
A flowerless garden
Left in shadows;
Devoid of colour and life
Because of you.

You, who knows nothing
And cares not
About the destruction you leave
In your venomous wake.

Venomous, like a drug that
Seeps slowly into sluggish veins,
Like raindrops of acid that
Gradually **** blossoming blooms.

A murderer, that's what you are,
A deadly assassin who
Steals upon unsuspecting prey
As they lay sleeping.

Slumber evades me now,
No peace dropping slowly for me.
Surely Innisfree is only a dream
For those who are already at peace?
Deborah Ferguson
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Deborah Ferguson
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