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Hoping

The gates to your heart
Have grown small
From years of pain
And betrayal.

Everyday,
I stand behind them
And hand you a piece of me

Hoping,
That at the other side
You are putting me together
Beside you

Not
Feeding the tasty morsels of me
To the beast
That pain conjured
To protect you
from the likes of me.

*****July 4, 2017*****

Sibyl feeding Ceberus

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