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The Poet's Fate

Yesterday, I felt agony like no other.
Driving away my conscious farther.
With every moment passed, I thought
My life has come to a stop.

To the old gods that I prayed
To be free of this fate. As my
Stomach bled out crimson,
The gods chose to change my fate.

Let there be another poet, they said.
Let another bleed the horrors of her heart.

Not on the carpet but on parchment.
The way though same, through liquid,
Through pain, through agony and so they 
Dragged my name away from the grave.



 

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