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She strikes
And all the fiends of barren stone
Screech in their forthcoming
Gnawing and despairing…dismantling heartbeats
Like altars of glass
And I hear now - the tremors
How it cries…in earthquakes
How it strains to hold it's peace
Wrapped in a steel case of silence and shadow
My home under the stars
I lay there in the banish
- In the crumbs of mercy that hold me in place
Drying like snake skin on the pyre of the sun
Breathing the incandescent poison
And I know I've lost you
I can turn to find those cries for shelter
I can look for rage in the hands of sorrow
Or, in the brightest hour of a sickening scream,
I can oath on never looking back
And lie
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Submission Name: Monsters of noon
