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S( a poem)
for a long time i was visited
by a feeling—i'd be a lush land.
night and day my dreams
for us I planned, planted, hoped
they'll grow
into some kind of fresh future,
our bodies are fruits, so ripe.
i felt it not. You're a poison.
Your fangs watering them. to me,
it's mud. it's filthy. it's words,
it's You, empty.
You fooled me into believing Your mindset is the kindest shower.
i felt it not.
You're the most honest rain of sulfur.
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by a feeling—i'd be a lush land.
night and day my dreams
for us I planned, planted, hoped
they'll grow
into some kind of fresh future,
our bodies are fruits, so ripe.
i felt it not. You're a poison.
Your fangs watering them. to me,
it's mud. it's filthy. it's words,
it's You, empty.
You fooled me into believing Your mindset is the kindest shower.
i felt it not.
You're the most honest rain of sulfur.
© All Rights Reserved
