Jamie Dewyer Poems

Stillness is brushed in blood
Blanketed in her love
Wolves in the flesh take form
Mirrors my soul to storm
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Will is less than hope
--she said

This dream is never ending
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here thru the words you drempt for me
managed to
open up victims eyes
she was ashamed of you
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at first
those fearful steps
she breathes
new life
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he gazed forward not
blinking
in room the sedative peaked and the venoms drip
opened the door to where
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and the whisper will form words
and the words will become oath
and the oath will turn to prayer
and the prayer will bloom and grow
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the things we do for death
that rose
the error senses
the fortune told
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we have here a ritual
habits form in my ears
following sentance and laced wet with fear
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...and opening forward found
still
with this tasted sound
words forming like a storm
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like eyes with veils your hearts seems to be
forgives the least wound
the traffic of souls would deem
nessasary homage to prey for your little sin
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