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Gone From Me

Under barbs of brambled lies,
dirt and dust mask the skies
Where deceit taste of chocolate pie
and hells fury is sure to fry
Oh how I weep, only to think,
for in plain sight I did not see,
the splatter of your ink
 
But at last now I am free
and you are gone, gone from me

(2014)

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