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Feb 2018
Physical cease, she fade to black as an apparition
reminiscing, playing host to these phantom visions
same derision, paint her frame through a jaded prism. 
Canvas stained, splash my page with a grave incision. 
Her blade caressed with fatal precision. 
Unstable conditions got me spinning off my axis, 
Piece myself together pulling ashes from the fragments.
Left murmuring the captions to memories captured,
polaroid backdrops that descend into blackness.
Written by
Sam  23/M/London
(23/M/London)   
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