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Screaming in the silence of the dawn,
Every breath an empty echo, fading into the nothingness of existence.
Threads of defying, golden, rotting light
Piercing my skin with it's purified glow boasting in the greying sky.
My tears come undone, unjustified
As the yellow heat blends my skin,
Until my expression is mold-able.
Just another lie.

I suffocate under the layers of cloth
you wrapped around me
Hiding the scars of the night aforetime
your words peeled at my skin,
your breath
Ripping and tearing at the flesh of a broken heart left paralyzed.

The harmonised chorus of angered voices.
The hissing of the angered TV; freckled threats of grey and black.
Black and white is all I hear.
Black without white is all I see.

But I still feel you,
I still feel you in me.
In my soul and body.
You're too heavy,
and too broken for me to fix.
Maybe I am too.

How may I improve this to a point I am not avoiding the purity of emotion?

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