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Once and for all,

It’s come to this.

How’d you accept

Your ****** fists?

How’d you move on

From your anguish?

How’d you feel peace

In your false bliss?

Why do you drift

So far away

And turn your back

Like you’ll decay?

The offerings

I gave to you

Were never real,

or

Not for you.
Still in the desert, watching poppies and lilacs grow while I sit beside a ring of cacti and a coffin
Arii
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Arii  The Afterlife
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