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33 lines
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title: To — in the days after her death
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author: Madison Rye Progress
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character: "█████ — 2306"
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type: story
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cw: Reference to suicide
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{{% verse %}}
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A dream within a dream within a dream
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and fell visions sidling up too close
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both woo me. Sweet caramel and soft cream
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sit cloying on their tongues, and I, Atropos
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to such dreams as these, find shears on golden thread.
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I would not cut, nor even could, had I but wished
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to sever this golden thread — and every thread
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is golden — and end a friend and send to mist
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and sorrow ones so dear. Dead! Dead! She is dead
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and gone, for her own shears were sharper still.
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And so she cut, and so they watched, and so I watched
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such love as this cease. I yearn to say that she returned
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to me, became a part of me, but a tally notched
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among the lost was all that stayed when life was spurned
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by the call of death — supposedly ended.
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So, she is gone and now our lives are darker for it,
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and now this world is where the shadows lie,
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and all the light that still remains is forfeit,
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and so much green still stabs towards the sky,
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and yellowed teeth of lions still snap at the air.{{% /verse %}}
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