BlasphemyA Poem by Anna
It comes to me clearly
Crisply in my hands Heavy behind my eyes- Whose life for which I'd run When the time came. As I rage against myself The same weakness In me, is not to hold. It bleeds cold Through and through I am alive Because of you. It comes to me in Sunrise, by moonlight- All there is I'll sacrifice if I must. A righteous man is naught Without a righteous love From which I take you- I couldn't bare to return you To the dust.
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Added on February 6, 2023 Last Updated on February 6, 2023 AuthorAnnaRaos Crest, NowhereAbout"I say, Wendy...Always if you see me forgetting you, just keep on saying 'I'm Wendy,' and then I'll remember." more..Writing
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