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Sleep has left me
for another man
as have you.

But you lie here
like a beaten mutt
with nowhere else to go.


You are blinded by
the ghost of broken
and guilty remembrance.


Slip out while you can
and I swear I will
pretend to sleep.


But promise that you
will not look back.
I am no Eurydice.


The grooves in my face
have been filled with soot
and bloodied buoyancy.


I am changed.

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