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playing with fire
was like
sharpening the knife
only just
to cut your own
throat

©IGMS
nothing remains
only just the ashes of
your regrets
i already buried my voice a long time ago
when i chose to be a poet
i buried it with words in papers
in ink of pen with blues*

©IGMS
it seems like
im so exhausted
of all the talking
of all the reasoning
of defending myself
so i remained silent
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