Someplace Far-Off

a poem

she had the sight but it was off

something not right had led her lost

the sickest part of this great mess

they’d stitched their heart into her chest

spirit’s sorrow killed her thrice

how bout one more? — sure that’s sounds nice

reborn the whore, the joke, the lie

her love a spark that would not die

the time had come to let it go

yet how that’s done she did not know

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