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T R S
Poems
Mar 2018
Exhuming
Terse history vibrated through my mind makings
In the fashion of wigged baroques I stoke a fired that filled my hearth
In the dead of night I unearthed true passion from skulls of dead families
It brought me to me knees when I saw silver on their neck
I wrecked coffins with my brain, i stained what life made good
But then I understood
Standing in the rain
I abstained from stealing
From stabbing myself with drugs that I was dealing
Alone in pain, I strained from feeling
I feel the dead, a well read infected sore.
I can feel now, I can adore.
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T R S
29/M
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