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the balm

I offer you my being
you give me back some guilt.
A mental fairy story
Willingly rebuilt.
 
The prince is late already
the kingdom now is lost.
Despair has conquered it
And  crown is a thorn,
 
that pierces my being
that curses my guilt
and balm on my sorrow:  
my pupils when they shrink.
Written by personanongrata (Astral Gift)
Published | Edited 9th Jan 2024
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