Volitional©

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Wake up, these volitional bones. 

Into this startlingly breathe, inhaling.

Devoured in, this wicked bewitching beauty. 

Breathlessly marred by such grotesque anger. 

Striking at the hideous heart, as it stills gently in the beating. 

And yet, I breathe. 

Alive. 

Authors Notes: Hello again, and I thank you all for immensely reading this little piece of poetry, and I hope you all now have a wonderful day. Goodbye for now fellow writers, poets, and readers alike! 

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