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Changed
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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