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set your tea by the closet sinister

sighing relieved that the door’s still closed

won’t rise to meet the monster that

smiles at the scent she knows

cuz she’s safe in the dark you left her

wings clipped just like you

and when that satisfied grin creeps across your face

she smiles in quiet too

hoping you’ll stay your blade

the fall of an artisan, in gray

stagnate on your dreams, though your fervor remains

in playing the song writ yesterday

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