Your Thunder,
Rattles my bones,
And I tremble as I look,
At the ocean of tears,
Lapping at your shore.
I told you,
I would drown you,
But you were the shore,
I was longing for,
So achingly.
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Scourge: A Poetry Collection
Poetry"I have Scourged your soul, While you drew on me, So intricately. All I can ask for, Is forgiveness, Which I don't deserve, Anymore." Scourge: A poetry Collection
