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Late Dreamer Poem
keep on hurting me and keep on cutting me, make my blood flow like the greatest river, this eternal heart has never seen past winter, for i have embodied all the disease within me, i am the rot, soot, and grain that flows fiercely on the ground, the vermin and pigs feast upon me until nothing here is found
may the rats find nourishment in this heart that you have not, may they love the breath i take as i gently tie this knot, may the flies find salvation in the bones within my body, and may the maggots find peace in a brain that once loved somebody
even if you won't love me there's plenty of things that will, because ill find my peace 6 below where everything is still, the frost chills and grows up my body once more, i guess its time to turn the key and lock away my door
Copyright © Late Dreamer | Year Posted 2024
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