Embed yourself in the fiery hues
they will not take away my impression of you
or remove the sting of the knife you call a tongue
too bad you made that impression when I was still young.Your presence is a scar, ugly and faded
how did it feel to get rid of the house you hated?
And how was Las Vegas
was the greed contagious?
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Embody Me
PoetryA series of emotional poems that aim to make your soul feel something.