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Category : Poems
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Scanty scorning comes to a screeching halt the moment your scolding becomes scratches across my face.
I reluctantly acquiesce your forced embrace to apologize,
At what point will my will-power wantonly waive your wavering wands with which you try to wash away your sins by inflicting wounds?
You deserve it.
Suffering silently, I grasp for air to enter my lungs as falling rivers form puddles on the stained linens I never got to.
I'm losing it.
Insanity creeps in as I inquire within:
Are you strong enough?
The test was positive.
I have to go.