VirgoChristine McKeever i hate her the witch burned beneath my flesh dissolving into my blood stream absolving my affections she is a part of me now forever screams inside of me bleeding internally-eternally she's seen only the eclipsed spectre of my forgotten wisdoms she festers i can never reclaim my reflection she brings submission and flames the vanquishing of my smiles as obscurity triumphs she is me after all is extracted smoldering ashes of stale life leaving me to pick up the withered remains it's always someone else's veracity crying, crippled in the somber tones of dusk she's the only one who cares her death offers me a new skin a ghost i cannot endure with ninety-nine tracks and mystery lacking inside
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