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Stitch these tears into your tapestry.
Show me the dark mystery
You've hidden behind your eyes.
Take this pen and drag it into your arm,
Deep enough for the ink to flow in your blood.
Carve the words you're dying to tell me.
When it's all done you no longer have a purpose
But to lie and wait for the life to leave you
For you to return to the world of phantom fantasies
And thorn-covered roses.
A melancholy euphoria.













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Why must you be so good at poems? :3
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"a silence that speaks so much louder than words"
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