10th: Gift
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Our gift marked aches all around my body,
because you left a part of you in our journey.
There you are found nauseous,
to know this precious.
The conception did not cause me wounds,
except how you proclaim your excuse.
Instantly, I felt the scourging relieved,
after seeing this blood is negative.
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Letters to the purple sky (poems)
Poetryseries of melancholic unsaid thoughts that encapsulate the feelings that run through the mind of a lovelorn storyteller. the brain is a large place; which keeps what we think put together. oh, how lovely it is: if i only had a chance that once i wr...
