I tried to hold on with what was left
Not knowing that some poison comes in beautiful bottle
And in an effort to ease this pain
I wrote a poetry
So that it may Anesthetize and numb my pain
Like nothing ever happened
The pain, yes, it could be numbed and eased
But this memory? How am I supposed to erase it?
Because some things are just forever.
I knitted some verses and chorus like a fine linen fabric
With an ink and quill, scribbling immortal words
And in between the lines of these woven rhymes
I let my limbic system sway
Till I have no words left to write.

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