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One day my dream
was you,
to play
and
wash all my sorrows away.


I knew you'll be
my escape from
the harsh reality.


No matter how much I despised my life,
no matter how many cuts I wanted on my wrist,
they all dissolved,
when I started playing you.



You awaken the dream in me,
you make the confident in me alive,
you save me from myself.



This is all I want to say,
my dear,
lovely,
Guitar.
I may disagree but I don't have power
To control your choices, it's your life not mine.
If you ask for my advice and opinion I'll give it to you but if you choose to do something stupid I can't help you
snuffed out;

on her breath,
a smoke as white as lilies.
i cannot stay here for long
in this charnel house…
the temple that was once her is
shifting,
buckling,
seizing,
burning….
there’s flames licking at the
roof of her mouth.
every vein
reduced to a
nasty, crackling rubber.
every fizzle, every pop!
my nostrils fill
with bile.

my bloated fingers claw
at the charring husk
in her diaphragm....
this time
i cannot escape society’s
witch trial.
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