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Beware, for I will take
him.

There will be no fight; he will come willing, though
at first wary, as a child to a stranger bearing
sweets and a smile.
The nearer to me he becomes
the faster he will forget you.

Your shared history, and your
acres of secret smiles and jokes
I am afraid to say, will count for nothing.
I will scent my pillow and I will
stir oil with my finger.

While you keep looking the other way
I shall create fresh memories.
I strongly suspect that you
will barely witness the vanishing.

I shall suck away his skin
and when I am through you may take him back.

He will be as bones.

Consider it a gift.