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[paralyse]

and with no redeeming qualities
she sails the small sinking boat through the mist

i had to kill myself
to set my mind free, she whispers
no one is listening
and apologies amount to nothing at all.

the best she ever was
was nothing, and that's the best she ever knew.

the rest had nothing
not even visions of
her pale white skin
disappearing beneath
the surface.

luminous flowers grace the gentle grey waters
and death laces final skies.

in tired and rusty golden silence ;
she's gone.