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Sep 2021
Grinding iron links ring in the air

The torture we face is ours to bare.

Wrapping tighter, yet tighter around our heart

Love is our prison, not our fresh start

Choking us slowly as the dark creeps in

Is this the price for drowning in sin?

Trapped in our mind, our body, hiding our true nature

Love is not a gift, it's our Rapture
Written by
Mason Odle  14/M
(14/M)   
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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