Poem By Kayo!

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This here portrays the relationship between Mrs Coulter and Lyra! Feel free to comment!!


Throw my soul on a junk pile,
Bury it in the deepest pit with guile.
Take my steady, brittle breath,
Sink my body in frozen death,
A touch of ice might turn me palter.
Leave me at the altar,
For i was born in guilt and sin.
So if you hate my caress on your skin
Then come and leave me by a rail,
The morning train might take me to jail.
Leave me to the frost cold north,
Snow might cover my wrath.
Toss me in most severe rains,
Water might wash tear stains.
So i am sorry..
Sorry there is blood on my face,
And a loaded gun under my lace.
Sorry i said i didn’t feel pain ..

-Kayo

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