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Nov 2020
Hurt to depths
Ready to die
Deadly accused
Of all weaknesses

Sentenced to jail
In mortal body
No revival
No blessing

The Inquisitor
Sentenced me:
Soul to ashes
Heart to pieces

Worn-out heavens

God was tired
He wouldn't see me
Loving her
Again,
On the ground...
Written by
Anastasiya Antropova  26/Agender
(26/Agender)   
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