As silent as mist
It rises
Amidst the Guilt
It prices
Remorse and Vices
It sizes
Slashing the Gist
In slices
Accursed by the Script
It hisses
Forgone is the Esprit
Who Kisses
Subverting the Gifts
Eclipsing what Lifts
Benumbing the Bliss
Routing the Soul
…Adrift
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