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practice the secret myth, love is caught
her eyes sensed the changes fought
lugubrious will merge, but in expiration
before she judges cadaverous relation

when her lavish beauty would give into appetite
softly, she would wish inside hypnotized by candlelight
she would recognize truth turned into lies
through banished sleep justice sighs

lack of obedience separate the lock
while drunken attorney’s stumble in shock
a door needs opening the key turns tricks
who needs it she’ll give it the deep six

before the bar and an inane oral argument
silently the words writ are an insane legal document
before she played the bongos for the judge
dangling from the gallows tree with a grudge

letting go, as if it is now time to eulogize
here alone I sit and listen while others scrutinize
her rulings are my memories that seem to bind
emerging slowly from blind justice that is leading the blind