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Aug 2020
End
leave me be
let thoughts of you
come to nothing
bitter burning bile
that you are
festering utterances
sticks in my craw
your name
pungent
flaming
bilious
as i regurgitate
memories
seep
oh heavens
seep through my wounds
dearest lord
take this burden
what hell is this?
what torment?
water does not sluesh
does not cleanse
does not purify
oh heavens burn me
brand my own name
over this wound
only fire
scalding my soul
will parch my
thoughts
and memories finally
fall as ash
Denver
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Denver
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