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Callamasttia
Poems
Jul 2021
A poet out of me
A poet out of me
The thing I thought to be
When nights like this decide to creep
And take away the sleep
A poet out of me
The thing I thought to be
When my stubborn lungs
Decided not to breathe
A poet out of me
When my heart bleeds
And my throat dry
My hope take its flee
And my eyes cry
A poet out of me
When there's nothing left to be
Because I've been so many things
I can't distinguished anymore what's "me"
- the ink wash away the pain better than water
Written by
Callamasttia
22/F/Kaer Morhen
(22/F/Kaer Morhen)
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