The pain inside
Has no opposite
No requisites
Yet it lingers.
It scalds
Tear streaks
Of fire
The wetness
To fuel the flame
Burning the soul.
My soul.
I am no more.
Only wisps,
Only ghosts
Of what I once was.
Has no opposite
No requisites
Yet it lingers.
It scalds
Tear streaks
Of fire
The wetness
To fuel the flame
Burning the soul.
My soul.
I am no more.
Only wisps,
Only ghosts
Of what I once was.
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