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Jezebel
Dim lit, damp and distant corner
torn from dream of vapor’s fold.
Slow descent to worlds divided,
nothing hot and nothing cold.
Long ago this soul forgotten,
cast off in the ides of youth.
Un-forgiven deeds left hiding
beneath the stone of burden’s proof
Wait to see if fate redeems her.
Wait to hear if time repeals.
Sentence passed down just to mar her.
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Sunday 11th February 2024 1:53 am
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