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Nov 2019
You pierced your way through my darkness

And sat yourself on the throne belonging there.

You shone some light from within you

Providing life to the world inside me.

Every summer you passed by the flicker of you you left on that throne,

And every winter you sat your whole self on it.

But now that I've seen blood pour out from your chest,

I am afraid you won't come back as seasons change.
I sometimes wonder if death of the one you love is better than not recieving love from the very much alive person you love.
PS
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PS  18/F/India
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   --- and Bogdan Dragos
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