Anonymous Donor

Dear *****,

The devil remaining nameless
a night in glance, she's never overdressed
make sure to lock the door
understanding of primal urge
brings a nod to deconstruction
enemies are no longer visible
I have become the lesser extent
to a tragedy among saints
the pocket of a thief
filled with coin and secrecy
it is your hands that need cleaning
still nameless
I approach you sleeping sound
breathing as you breathe
the same dream betwixt a thousand cold stares
all at once
Never remembering where inspiration gives birth
to an abortion the size of a small hurricane
waking up to a cold realization
that nameless never meant anything
it's a face you wont soon forget

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