Feel great tension when tender touch isn't upon ivory skin,

hear crowds harping lies,

witness refined sinister reaching,

scratch out lingering hectic cries –

Impact pounding soul to calm,

face upon palms,

Its where you've always abscond to be –

Be fair warned,

jade carved heart can upheave thorns,

ghostlike shall fall behind mine shadow,

discarded piece of pulsating shard shall put you in place,

twelve feet under the earth, below;

with countless out of view, this world – again, shall be safe....

for where remnants erode,

arms shroud an everlastingly embrace.

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