the end of a long lineA Poem by tcpaessler
The world has had enough poems of you from me?
then it must suffer another for if I write of you it is not that I want to write but because I must the words that build up in me are water behind a dam already overfull you who hold my heart as one holds their breath for fear of losing it in the same way I am being spent up turning toxic in your veins and I would sooner die a thousand happy deaths than see my gift come to cause you harm
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