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Affixed to death you seem to be,
dedicated to your final bow
even when I as an escapee
attempt to slow ending as time allows
a question of why resounds aloud
for why would someone heed a careless thing?
darkness pacifies the truth abound
for twisted it seems this linguistic string
yet I plan to capture your demon
seal it in a mason jar forever
as long as you can find some reason
and realize ties don’t need to sever
The day will come when torments cease
only to illuminate true peace.
This poem is about:
Me
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