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I came wounded
To the shore.
Sure, it was foolish,
To hope,
To be soothed,
To be cradled,
To know less aches;
Lighter on the waves.
But I was too wounded,
Abrasions and bruises.
Surprise! I dived! I cried!
It burns, even the ocean.
I am trapped with myself. With no one else to be my hell, I am.
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There isn't much of me that can love. But it is all that is left, and I promise to love you with my remnants.
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I forget most in madness, sickness of my heart washes over these delicate memories I hold till they aren't. But something tells me, I will remember you, not as a warning, never that, more like warmth. I will know you as my gentle sun, less harsh than the real one.
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I weep in rememberance of the ache that once existed. Not before. I wait for it to die, then I cry for the sapling that grows on its burial floor. This doesn't save me from pain, it just spares no mercy. So I lament for what is and once was.
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It's a poet's inclination. The urge to abandon this domestication and be the gentle beast of the woods. To see curiosity and amazement in the eyes of creatures for once. To have my muse climb trees. To fetch water from roaring streams. I have been civil in my suffering. Now I want to suffer from unusual ailments.
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Indeed I am
Lady in waiting
For a highness I met
Once in some dream
Had a conversation in whispers
Amused my Liege
Now I am left on seen
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If there is an afterlife
I will spend it
Finding a love letter
In those eulogies
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