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A shining broken shell
a hell in which to dwell
spiderweb of cracks
assaulted in each spell

Searing syllables
smeared in sin
skin bites skin
in discipline

Blow by blow
bruised below
empty embraces
affection for show

encrusted the pain
enshadowed the truth
gloss coating soothed
pretence was glue

Rue the spawn
your years are gone
displace the blame
to choke my flame

Wilting flower bereaved
by years of folly believed
ensheathed in love
witheld, though bequeathed

Readiness to renew
revival is imbued
rarest shade of blue
retrieve my soul from you

The cleanness of the slate
finality of fate
sharpness of new blade
frees what you forbade
Shell
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