Into my life
you sneak
So quiet I
never heard your feet
Or saw the
spark in your eye
Innocence is
a lie you tell
Your tongue
sweet as honey
Drips slowly
in amber waves
The wind
whispers to me
Between the
pages of the book
Therein lays
the truth
A tiny child
speaks to me
From the tomb
"Max" echos through the room
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