Longing

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    Longing

    I long to feel the cold tipped blade dip into the fiery flesh that is me to be no more, and feel no more, to care no more, would be great... to reache the final stage of perfection. The level that will take me from this wretched place I call home to rid me of things I feel. It truly would be perfect

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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    Chii’s Poems (9)

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