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Voices from the Kiln

It's the morning routine of burning relished familiar bridges
staring through drowned fires of a thousand regrets.

dead waters rising,
swam into disappointed eyes and faces of everyone I ever let down
across the river.

mistakes mold me to who I am.
samael
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
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