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After the Blood pt.1

These are my crone days

made my way towards

a sweeter death

I can always feel his chill

kiss my dark skin

tried to shed my youth unhurried

I peeled off all the layers

that were remnants of a falsity

that didn't serve me

I'm almost at the core

finding out the old pain

doesn't live here anymore

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Written by
ladyofirepoetry
55 / F / Seattle
Published
Sep 26, 2019
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Getting old is a good thing. No worries just freedom and God.

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