I really miss my babies..
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.
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And the way they kissed my neck,
The way their eyes filled my stomach with
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Sickness,
Numbness, I never felt, kicking the sand behind us with the red loom in the sky, sliding into the solar belt.
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Blazing,
Blading on the frozen oceans, skipping rocks, and following the paths that are winding through the mountains. . .
Where water falls, and mist brushes my face. .
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The water drips off my face.
I wipe a tear off my face,
I look at my hands, shaking,
I really miss my babies.
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My eyes close and darkness takes it's gloom,
Anger builds and I cascade myself out of this room..
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Flashes,
And lashes, I bleed on, leaving breadcrumbs of blood for my enemy to feed on,
For I've lost what I was made for, and my battle is done.
My heart aches for my babies,
And I can't seem to move on.
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Blind,
And mute, I surrender my bones, just lead me to my babies, and I'll for ever be home.
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The Darker Thoughts of me, Not sorry.
شِعرJust some poetry/writing that I cannot put into my original book. 18+, graphic but still somewhat relatable. Read on...
