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Devotion is an anchor, pulling and unrelenting Gratitude slips in, a lonely mother Blessing and smiling Hoping and surviving. Admiration is my sword; My sharp edge against resentment. Where I could have been; Would have been And the sadness folded within. The love I give outweighs The incessant preachings of all that is wrong. Hopelessly tethered to you Because punishment is my purpose. Anger stretches, crawling across eternity Slowly swallowing time as it comes back around And watches itself walk into the trap. The supple indignation From physically being where my mental is not; From emotionally screaming while outwardly being docile All the while– Lobotomized childlike tantrums shoving aside the wisdom for a petty resolve. the sun never bled into the sea; She rose and sank with nothing changing at all. Here in this love Virtue is perverted Inverted wishes just to not die Disruptive to the otherwise meditative Collaborative effort to be ignorant Where bliss is the open wound that only complains.
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Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 9:44 PM UTC
Tethered
Devotion is an anchor, pulling and unrelenting Gratitude slips in, a lonely mother Blessing and smiling Hoping and surviving. Admiration is my sword; My sharp edge against resentment. Where I could have been; Would have been And the sadness folded within. The love I give outweighs The incessant preachings of all that is wrong. Hopelessly tethered to you Because punishment is my purpose. Anger stretches, crawling across eternity Slowly swallowing time as it comes back around And watches itself walk into the trap. The supple indignation From physically being where my mental is not; From emotionally screaming while outwardly being docile All the while– Lobotomized childlike tantrums shoving aside the wisdom for a petty resolve. the sun never bled into the sea; She rose and sank with nothing changing at all. Here in this love Virtue is perverted Inverted wishes just to not die Disruptive to the otherwise meditative Collaborative effort to be ignorant Where bliss is the open wound that only complains.
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Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 9:44 PM UTC
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