Hand on my thigh
Is only ever mine
Seeping of the weeping
For I will abide
Lonely era calling
My delusion to
The trigger
Bound to ignite
Darkness' arrival
She still isn't
Mine.
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Threads Deep Within
PoetryMore poetry since the other one reached limit of parts! Book 1 is "Heartfelt Messages, or Something Like That". This is book 2. Thank you! 7/18/21-8/22/22
