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The Dark Euphony Of My Heart
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Ongoing, First published Feb 26, 2021
The fall that brought the darkness
amessed, indeed she is amessed
a heart that bleeds and holds such disdain
eyes don't shed a tear but the tongue speaks of pain
let them cry through the song that speaks
the soul that aches, darkness never sleeps
she shakes, she shakes, her heart shakes
her body mind and soul they rake
stripped off the grace that once she gloried
flooded darkness that had her buried
deep under the graves of naiveness
with the voices that they laced
what is she guilty of? to have wished for a peaceful sleep
the day she was told her tongue should not speak

WARNING:
ANGST
TRIGGER WORDS/ PHRASES
DARK AS FUCK

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