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clouds of desolation pour their overwhelming tears upon me;
it's an empty feeling having your whole life reduced to an instant
suddenly all your striving ─ the blood and tears; start to feel misspent
when "needs" start to weigh more than "wants"
and you get too acclimated to the immune response
a staggering ache infiltrates its way into your heart,
like a slow toxin splitting you apart
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Throes of Spring ✔️
Poetry[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed
