Dulcet

Deep and slow
The blade goes.
Sweet the sorrow
And complete.
Cold as stone,
A heavy heart
Knows
Defeat breathes
As lungs sleep.
Dreams honed to
Open the throat
Of hope.
With misery
To keep
And dulcet
Deceit.

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