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piece by peace she took off her old clothes
tattered, torn, forgotten where they lie
she kneels on the bed with prayers
draped in hard spirits that she swore

her eyes closed to her mind's thoughts
heart awakening to the feel of warmth
her arms clenched tight to her busom
as her solemn pallors she let remove

a fleeting grace of emptiness
anticipation perked and cold
a gripping crush of piquance
hot and tuned in through the bone

her eyes opened to a wall of dismay
trapping fear looming cold above
but an embracing kind of convalescence
held her up from behind in her world

closing again to the ether
tired eyes relaxing to the waves
a shallow little indulgence
floated over her breaking staves

upward from her last ending
onward around and through her brain
kneading the senseless artifacts
of a lost and forgotten pain

breathing wrapped her hollows
searching fingers tamed her mains
rising writhing raptors
hallowed vaintings resounding her banes

relax, a voice did echo
strip away the suffering rain
asterize thy defenseless fallows
and let thine aches begin to wane

her neck began to melt
like burning candles leaving veins
and the descending rush of stars
left her body resolutely the same

and as she raised her arms for more
battling against the falling reign
her heart she held so tight
was caught by surprise and relinquished of pain