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Deceit’s Edge

I choked on the stars you plucked from the sky.
I strung them up and wore them winking round my neck.
The glass cracked; I swallowed the shards.
I could feel them the whole way down.
Deceit served you better than Mercy; so you followed Her to the trail’s end.
And when she leapt, wings paper-thin in the breeze, you chased the same taste of wind.
A mouthful to satiate a life.

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