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haunted

I'm haunted

by your face.

That last look

before you

walked away.

The cold,

depthless

hatred.

You closed me out.

The shutters fell

across your eyes

destroying me.

You did not realize

though

you locked yourself in

at the same time

and I alone have

the key

to let you out.

◄ upon the stair

devils ►

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