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Damaged dreams,
blanched and bitter
buried
deep beyond caprice
and promises
breached by words
poisoned from
the careless
pledges
of lovers
destined to
indulge their
loins
lavish with lust
leaving hearts
discarded
shells, coiled
tight as
conches
strewn on
black barren
beaches,
dragged by
ebbing tides
to frozen
depths
of love's
casual
abandon.
Still,
she breathes,
a pulse
bereft of love
longing for caress,
hypnotised by
hushed tones
of whispered
memories.
The wind
tears at
shattered
shrouds
stirring the
silence
of a sterile soul
where silver
water
bursts its
breaking banks,
drenched,
she swims
to shore.
In the pre-dawn
hour,
a knew mind
awakens,
her face wet
from the floods
of yesterday.
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