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the art of not knowing

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you stunned me � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
with your fuck you indifference � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
left me mute & keening � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
a silent scream � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
still hung in my throat � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
my last plea to you � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
to turn back � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
& just see me � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
the stars bare witness � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
to my grief � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
they felt the weight of my sadness � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
with a river of tears � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
they flood the Earth � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
so you should be washed � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
from your high tower � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
yes they cried enough � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
to reach even you � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
while in the halls of madness � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
i took refuge � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
there is an art to denial � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
& not knowing � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
my delusions comforted � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
they let me sup from their table � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
& �fed me what I needed ��
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
gentle lies to lull me to sleep � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
great guardians of the mind � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
lest it be completely broken � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
my heart inconsolable � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
with moans i climbed � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
the stairs to the celestial � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
within my spirit of distress � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
I reached the pinnacle � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
& my third eye was opened � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
i stripped myself � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
of my shroud of sorrow � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � �
naked i stand marred � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
your scribes forever marked � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
& scarred me� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
vowed i would fillet my flesh � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
than be an eternal slave � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
to your cruelty � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
then cried tears of anguish � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
when i realized � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
my scars were nothing � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
compared with the internal � � � � � � � � � � � � �
love & lost carvings � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
you claimed my soul � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
tore me in half � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
the day you left � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
& blocked out my sun� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
with ferocity � � � � � � � �
I wrestle & capture � � � � � � � � �
my last breath � � � � � �
from your voodoo ��
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saying, � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
"this belongs to me � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
you can't have my death � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
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as your final love � � � � � � � � �
& lust trophy" � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
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Copyright � 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved��
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Written by crimsin

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Published 22nd Dec 2017

#despair #grief #shadows #universe #UnrequitedLove

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Re. the art of not knowing

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22nd Dec 2017 3:03am

Damm Brenda this is pure. If you wander to wonder. Wonder this, how many peoples lives have you touched with your honest digital ink? Enormous my love. When I realized you had been writing on here for 7yrs next month. I knew this place was going to be a great read.
Now when I read you. It's like a slice of knowledge transferred to me as a gift. Loves you
Beth

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