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in #poetry4 years ago

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we could have been never-ending.
there's no pretening; i'm mending,
but still i'm filled with a pending
request for love. i am lending
you all my limbs to assemble.
you tore my heart out, my temple
was burning for half a decade.
look at me now; i am naked
with burns all over my torso.
i'm never sober; i'm moreso
genetically modified.
a statement often denied
in open' s soaking your soul
in pits of scortching blue coal.