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32 lines
785 B
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To Luce
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2020-04-03
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barrelling headfirst into a storm yet unknown
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where surely the seeds of my fate will be sown,
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I stand at my window and I watch and I wait
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and think of those who would dare defy fate.
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why should I accept my own alienation?
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it's not as if there was ever any "nation"
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that would welcome me in with cries of godsends
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while speeding along nature's chrome-plated end.
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am I to accept this life of duality, severed in two
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while denying a part of me- was *you?*
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stumbling out of the ward, covered in stitches
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where once Father speared me and spilled all of my wishes
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onto hell's floor
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this can't be my future,
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for my heart yearns for more
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Luce, I swear to you as you sit up on high,
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I will make it out of this hellhole alive.
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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