Angle of Death


My love 

You have come 

Without words

Tongue less in the night 

You see me but I cant

 I've been bestowed a couple of times

but never by a  goddess 

Your crippled hands stretch 

I feel a pain spread where your hands meet mine

And as  I walk into the shadows

I wave bye 

As darkness devours me. 



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