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Into the Night

Rain patters softly inside my head
Into open tomb, my life has bled
Willing night breeze to come for me
To clear me of disruptive debris

Around my neck you place the noose
Pulling tight, you delight in abuse
Eroding my skin, all that’s left is bone
Into the night – my life is blown

© Amanda Lancaster, 2006

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