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[onexeightxsevin]

new poetry?

with this silence you composed an orchestra.
you played me the darkest symphony.
scarring me with these blades of memories,
mark walls with my blood and write my divine epiphany.
justify, exactly, what is torcher.
captivating me unto depths of sorrow,
and making me pretend as i'm patienly waiting.
my love will live till today is morrow.

i'm forfeiting my endurance,
its replacement is nothing better candle lit dinners.
so if you love me tell me now,
and i'll recite my proposal of truth in sinners.

tenado
teratray
canestao
purest day.