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Four Folded Letters

I spread it amongst my flesh
My fire oh so cold
Fire inside paper, burning throughly black
Four folded notes advance

One for the bile
Sourness, in me
The tippy tongue of hatred
Lest tried to be evacuated
Scarcely ever gone

The second for acedia,
Bitterness, in you
Like a steel situation
your brush by me, arid
Cold and unrefined

A third for those i chance
Restlessness, in me
Like the orchid to the bark
I'm flawlessly picked
From your lament

The last for a clamor
Against me, in the grass
Above thee i plead for hell
With heaven at my back
Adorn.

Welll....?

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  • Joe Baker
    July 10, 2008
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    yes

    that is deep as hell and the diction is pretty good the beginning is amazing