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so she changed.
as much
as she tried to keep up.
and
as stubborn
she may be
he got to her.
he maneuvered
his way into her heart
although it was no longer on her sleeve
and
it was far away as it could be.
he found it
he touched her
as softly as the air
which caresses her lungs
when she breathes his name
& as quiet as when
but it doesn't match the pain in set
that chokes her
&
can't quite reach
the back over her neck
where the gods rest
hell itself is manifested within
her skin.
as much as she says
she does not regret
she wishes her skin to peel
and everywhere they touched as one
to leave her memory reel
and the soundless playbacks that taint her dreams
stop at once her heart no longer lives.