i was ruthless
and cold
and draining,
yet you spoke so pretty of me,
of how kind and giving and beautiful i am
i felt my throat tighten around
words i feared to speak,
but you always listened
and through you
i became infinite.
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𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘
Poetryi look at the white bells hanging off green shanks - they are perfumed with death.
