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Alex Aug 10
A gift
A curse
Forseeing future
But its inevitably
It is a lifetime
But It has boundaries
Whenever you think
If one person
Never learns to read signs
Your signs
You lose again
From trying to save another life
insomniatrical May 2017
You think you can't be saved
And that no one would adore you,
That if you are wretched, you cannot be divine.

But divinity is for the gods,
Oracles could not have forseen
What you would do to me.

That every word you speak
Would be a brazen network of fire in my ears,
And every breath of yours would be an arctic storm on my skin.

— The End —