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by Apr 7, 2020

Your dagger in my starving chest... Poetry

Your dagger in my starving chest... Poetry

your dagger in my starving chest
is tipping to the tender flesh

of heart that beats
for no one anymore

i trusted love
but trust is overrated

cause love won't care to trust
how many souls got lost
in hunger of its senseless liberty

like walker on the moon
it broods all over human wounds

promising the cure
but burning all to dust

in death, it's sore
in life, it won't simply last.

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