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Feb 2022
sleep is a euphemism
for the slicing of throats
for the slitting of wrists
the silencing of hope
voices that echo
shadows imprinted
onto flesh, onto stone
embedded deep into marrow
to cause ache in the bones
of souls long lost
never made whole
euphemism
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   D Allaire
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