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The Stained DNA of Withering Saints
Cursed words
roll off sliver tongues
to pierce my wretched heart,
burning in ways indescribable
and yet I somehow yearn for more.
punish me for future deeds
because I am bound to do more harm
my fabric is stained with insanity,
no amount of washing will ever get that out.
roll off sliver tongues
to pierce my wretched heart,
burning in ways indescribable
and yet I somehow yearn for more.
punish me for future deeds
because I am bound to do more harm
my fabric is stained with insanity,
no amount of washing will ever get that out.
Published 6th Jul 2014
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- Edited 27th Aug 2021 5:37pm
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- Edited 15th May 2018 9:39pm
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