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EMBRACED BY THE DEAD
by Neel Trivedi
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Embrace me fool moon,
For my howls in depression
are far louder than those
of the most tormented werewolves
Devour my limbs black river,
For the ripples of my heartbeat
caused by a disposition of anxiety
Will put your waves to shame
Pierce my body tumultuous storms,
As if in a violent state of vengeance
I pledge an oath not to run
or even attempt an act of discretion
For my soul has been long-abandoned
By any and all in this realm
and now cherishes any and all contact!
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