One more peck and I drop to ground
My claws curl and dig into my skin
To suppress natural urge to attack
Or to defend the next hit
I hold back my groans
I swear I wont scream
I wont tell anybody
About my suffering
With my shoulder crying
And my eyes weeping
Wings twisting
Mouth parched
And claws nailing to the bones
All I see is purples of pain
All I hear is my own silence
Imploring..
To say something
Anything..
I sweep my lament
In my distorted wings
And once again feed it
To the giant black hole inside me
..
….
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Gut wrenching!
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yea..
thanks 🙂
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👍
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very graphic, well composed!
Nice to meet you 🙂
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Thank you. and same here 🙂
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my pleasure 🙂
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Nailed it ❤
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Thank you 🙂❤
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😉
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So deep. . . now I remember why I love your poetry. . .
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Ahah I love yours for natural fluidity 🙂
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Wow what a compliment 😀 We should collab some time 😉
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we have been planning this colab for years now. will do one day! 🙂
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haha, ya, it’s going to have to be really good B-)
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That’s why it’s taking ages.
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Yes its aging like a fine cheese
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hahah yea
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Fantastic girl! Way to go! Your talented! Xoxo
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And you are too kind thank you xx
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