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A barter of souls

Feet stained red

Celebrating negotiated love

Standing on the final edge

Beyond all caging fences

And beneath the skyline

were arms in open embrace

Offering a calm conclusion

To a dying spirit

And so hesitantly she bid

Her grey house now his

For a home to be hers only

Left floating away from life

Her arrival sounded by the breaking

Of her once radiant will

Releasing her from

The forced barter

Where she had more to loose

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