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I'm only me when I'm alone,
When the venom soaked words no longer fall into my ears.
Yet your venom tasted of honey,
Your hold on me felt like bliss.
When you touched me I felt so holy,
Gentle caress, soft kiss.
I felt like a saint each sin I'd commit,
harsh bruises and flowing tears.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
