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Dec 2010
The passions had subsided, her body sheds warmth,
The flesh resonates and silence conquers vanity.  
Yet my mind does not grasp desperately
To contain this passing ecstasy,
But merely observes its departure,
Absorbing the blissfulness of the shard,
As it drifts into annihilation.
I turn to her, whilst the song of sleep brings weariness,
The eyelids growing heavy,
There I met her gaze.
Such gray emptiness I saw in those eyes,
A solemn emptiness, one that spoke of grace,
One that spoke of empathy.
How fortunate I found myself, to have felt it graze
The untamed savagery and bitterness that lingered,
In the ruins of my shadows,
In the dark corners of my ashes.
I felt alive again in those eyes.
Yet even as I hold her, traveling beyond demons,
Traveling beyond dreams,
I knew she could not love me.
Written by
Franswa Hackett
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