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Dean Jay Coyle

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Dean Jay Coyle

Abstract

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Slowly,

The magic you sparked

In me,

Rotted and turned

Cold and unkind.

Burrowed in

The warmth of my ribcage,

Where you made your home

To eat me from the inside out...


And when

Finally,

The last of your magic

Left my body,

It had come too late. 


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