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I'm crying ebony tears, as I slump down on fallen lilies
my molten lava-like brain leaves me feeling, ever so weakly dizzy
and I'm banishing you from the craters of my anatomy;
because every time you leave, the scars on my flesh get rekindled
and I again, through my ailing lesions, freshly bleed
you placed iron rods in place of my spine,
my limbs are chained and all I ever wish for
- is to be freed
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Throes of Spring ✔️
Poetry[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed
