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04 Jun

There is a time to let go;
to slice the cords binding the soul.
Though they hum with live desire,
then biting, sting with a venomed fire.

We drew energy from a shared breath;
pledged our love to reach past death,
but when we stayed closed in together,
the storms burst out in clashing weather.

There is a point to let go,
but now I can’t, for I know
you’re in my blood, a part of me
to my heart, you hold the key.

 
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Posted by on June 4, 2021 in Poetry

 

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