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Post the Eighty-Fifth or Whispers

I hear

Her whisper

Beating

In my chest

I exist

I exist

I exist

Holding two halves

Of a Broken cup

Trying not to

Cry

I hear

Her roar

Tearing

Through my veins

Avenge me

Avenge me

Avenge me

With your sword

Of black lace and sharp mind

Colored brown

With dried gore

I realized

That life is

More than just

A series of

defeats

But dead women

Do not feel

Rage

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