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dystrophy
The open wound that festers and burns
how long have I ignored it?
I spent all night praying
that this decay hadn't touched my core...
There is nothing between here and the sky
That rages as violently as our hidden hearts.
It doesn't matter how often we say "I love you",
those words only become sticks and stones
in a heart that vomits out hatred, annulling,
everything else, even now,
our prayer is trapped inside.
The huge void between here and the sky
swallows us whole, why is everything rotting
before our eyes? This heart holds too many secrets,
it's collapsing into itself, ripping itself apart and
the precious sentiments it holds inside.
Vomiting, rejecting, annulling -
Only the tombstone will be white.
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