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She beckons with blind eyes and groping hands

A cut up dream- she promises

She's frayed

Fractured, disfigured

Broken limbs and eyes-

Eyes blacked out with lithium scars

Tears wept with the utmost disdain

Pride- an entire world away

Aging into infinity and rotting in your wormwood brine.

She whispers softly,

"In death I'll be you guide."