Torn Reflections

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I watched as you left this mortal coil
Without a sound you slipped into the pages of my memories
Many moons have passed, yet I still see your face, desperation in your eyes.

Where you there, did you see
Scars were hidden so well, under the ripped fabric of a broken innocence
All the stones left unturned
You left but the evil still knocked
Depravity poured from putrid lips
On flesh so pure.

Tainted are the words that fall from a wounded soul, ghosts lurk in the shadows, with open arms, offering a sweet caress, you walked away into the light, yet your little girl fell to her knees as the devil came to claim her soul.

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