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2 score plus 3

2 score plus 3 equals
The death of me.
A shadow of my former self
I look around and see
The truth!
A glittering portrayal
Of facile expression
It's not my intention
To gauge myself by
Your empty
Measuring stick ...
Reminds me of the
Emptiness in her eyes,
Lying in the bosom of
Her security,
A material haven.
She could not take with her,
My legacy.
A white elephant no less,
And it's still a mess.

Movement is equal to
Sinking in sludge.
I must not struggle!
But it's a tug of war
between intuition and reason.
Faith stands as a lone sentinel
Taunting, testing -
Arresting me with her sentiment
And impossible standards.
I sink in sediment
Amidst banal promises of
Hope.

Déjà vu knocks at the door.
I let him in - an old, dear friend,
A companion as I go
Around the bend.
One more time
For Auld Lang Syne.
I fantasise about the cold, deft edge,
Sweetly slicing vessels
As brilliant rubies yield to the
Visceral surface,
Promising succour and
Release.
She's such a tease - Death -
I love her vow of Silence and
Peace;
Assuage the darkness
Of the deceased.

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