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Kindred
(Muse)
Like
a junkie waiting for the next nod
I recede into the shadows with my
twisted poetry
and wait for you to inoculate my words
My
feeble eyes filter away clarity devoured
by the abyss of darkness
Brainwaves traveling faster than the
speed of light
Dressed
in liturgical velvet
You wrap yourself around me (like
a lock)
Repeating my name like a mantra
I hold your hand as if it were a talisman
Salvation
comes from a kiss
~
Rachel Morgan
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