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"No Grace"
Her two faces were the death
Of hope for him
A soul funk haze
That kept his red
Desperation
Does breed discontented midwives
An ever present let down
The carnal reflex
Emotionally transmits
Alkaloid stains
The hands he had held to comfort once
Now tore open his scabbed wounds
Infecting him completely
Repaid pearls
With scorpions
Reveal to me magic powers
So I can turn this hell into heaven
He was mistaken by splendid tales
Spun in ornate wonders
A subtle maze that
Became a bitter trance daze
Coagulated transfusion
Soaked up anything left
Home is you
A stirred echo night crept
Grace was gone
Forty-four shadows spent weeks
No grace was found
