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May 2018
A presence that shed light
On my troubles
And strengthened the severity
I knew not how to rid
of this spectator of my ruin

Perceived silent taunts from
Conjuring up enmity
Made him
Worthy to be disdained
And he was... The *******

I felt tarnished
By this rage
That resided deep within
Poison in my bones

We co-existed
In perfect detachment
And yet
It was a presence
That overwhelmed me
To the point of not
Wanting to be.
September 2014.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
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