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In death-darkened doorways

They hide

Watching, waiting wishing

For you to pass their way.

Like gallows ghosts they gather

On night-blackened scaffolds

Their kisses hovering above you

Falling like poison from the clouds.

Cancerous clinging their hands

Enwrap you

Holding to you, inescapable, inexcusable;

These mistakes you made.