Poetry

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Just as the sweat follows the chills
The pain follows the downfall
The curse takes its toll
On me...

Never would I see the love of which I dreamed
Nor would my journey help me
For I was blown to where you could not go
I can only wonder where the wind will go next

And as I made an attempt at righting my wrongs
That sweet smell called me back to your side
So now I fight with hollow against hallowed
So may the hallowed one fill my hollow

Seems I keep trying to make space for her
Painfully I learn of her nothingness

...Just as she was a god to me
My eyes were too muddied to see
And she took a toll
On me

Nevertheless, there is a hope



damulfo

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