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Well played
She turned,
every little sound, screaming in my ears.
Deaf now, I sleep,
her venom lingers.
A part well played,
as if an actress on a stage, or set.
She remembered every line,
every single word.
My pain defined in words and notes,
in songs or verse.
A melody to consume the memory,
of a face I loved, long ago.
Sad
but well said & felt - slc