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Coiled.
I feel this
Mortal, coiled around my spine
so tight it chokes me,
rips, and stings.
Lingers on my finger,
tips the balance to the bone
a weight so light
upon my flesh wrought throne.
But if I love it
and let it in,
it will bite
and wear, me thin.
Mortal, coiled around my spine
so tight it chokes me,
rips, and stings.
Lingers on my finger,
tips the balance to the bone
a weight so light
upon my flesh wrought throne.
But if I love it
and let it in,
it will bite
and wear, me thin.
Published 8th Nov 2011
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