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a stampede upstairs i discerned
a scurrying as if scorched
an incense turned wild beneath
in a misdirected dare.


i kept a designed disease
that gave a disguise to please
born of hope, yet agony fed
kept aloof to see it false
raised bold, it mauled my mind
and went after another find.

i tried to salvage the sinking heart
that fretted so of familiar veins
pacing, pacing to distinguish
wrecked by routine to restless depths.

sombre the stones, routine to her
eyes that shall not fly again
returned to fashion mightier ones
to freshly oppress the coming sons.


@ARTEMIS

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