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versatile
your hands were so versatile how they could keep me safe and make me warmer than a woolen blanket and how they could freeze my insides with deep fear and incredibly unnecessary troubled thoughts
temper
my temper soars and drops and soars once more all that I felt, did he feel? I need him more than he needs me he's my lifeblood and it scares me more than I know
swing
standing on swings moving back and forth time stops wind running through my hair freedom stepping off, time continues despair consumes.
town
town, city, village where is the difference? they're all places to live and life, life is suffering all places are suffering and people? they are suffering most of all
dessert
Sweet dessert, just dessert What they deserve Poisoned, nothing less All the suffering they've brought me They deserve nothing more Sweet dessert, just dessert Murder
scar
What an easy word to write about. I've too many razor blade scars to count. I won't even bother. I won't even bother to make this poetic in any way. I won't even bother to pretend to care. I won't.
blemish
The soul can be blemished by the thorns of mortality. How can a soul be saved with thorns all about? It can't. It must live with the wounds, with naught to do but lay down and cry.
temple
My body is a temple. Temples are sacred, they all say. But I destroy it. No longer. But I miss it so. I yearn for it so. To paint it red is my night's dream. My thought's most important. But promises are to be kept.
princess
I am a pauper to the princesses of the earth. Forever a slave to their unending beauty. The princes all come for them, And I am left with but the animals in the stable. Never ending subjugation.
gown
My gown is ripped in two. My soul in 17. Succulent silence is lacking in this noisy town. Never a second of solitude and peace. My soul in 17. My gown painted red.
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