Judgement Day

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I found you in Plath,
Gnawing on an hourglass,
And cataloging the way,
Your teeth disintegrated.
You attempted to peel the lies,
From your empty bones,
I helped you all I could,
Only to reveal more bone,
So I wrote you a pardon,
And lied to my conscience,
Stitching up your charcoal eyes,
With a practiced thimble.

But it was wrong to dress you,
In calculated effervescence,
And I wish you had known this,
The day your rope finally decided,
To hold.





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