Geet.
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Don't you think
you owe yourself
an apology
for how you broke
your own heart
everytime
you tried to be
their sweetheart?
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I found a spider in the corner of my past
that crawled on my memories grey
and weaved silver laces like a stack of hay
that trapped my mind in a web robust.
I revisited my days bygone
the moments when grief crippled my soul
and dragged me into a deep, dark hole
as I stood undead in a war woebegone.
I stumbled seven to stand at eight
and found my garden in full bloom
a veil of joy shrouded my gloom
as I gleamed like a moon in its silver plate.
The spider climbed up its nest
like a ghost in my paper town
that witnessed my struggles like a clown
as I counted my milestones in haste.
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We divide people
in the name of God
breaking their bones
choking their throats
with a tool
that was made to
grow gardens
inside us.
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