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will you take my bitterness?
... it echoes in the night, craving
it has the purity that you do
taking nothing to copy from you,
enlivened by it's own incited digust
so much more than our lacking weaknesses
reaping it's harvest from us as we hide
behind cruelly inadequate defenses
you can't have what you want to take
wants and needs, but think you can demand
you can take nothing from closed hand
now I open my hand, unfurling slowly
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You can have my bitterness.
... and I will sate this feeling
I don't want it, and it's all yours
held for you in escrow, payment in full
there are no more heroes in here
you want dreams you can't possess
all our hurts fight each other
until the only memories remain
now those echoes, faded to whispers
stealing your only claim to anything
and there is nothing to be found
know nothing grows in salted ground.
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