the crown that I wear now
is made up of pearls
that fell as tears
i wove it from a needle that pierced
though my skin bled
as the pointed tip teared
it is what has made me
the person you all fear
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Pure and Not
Poetrythe best thing about poetry is that I might be talking about drowning and someone will take it as flying in the sea. that is the thing about poetry, it doesn't tell you anything but yet it makes you feel everything; love, hate, sadness and happiness...
