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Pain

I am pain

the absense of pleasure.

All that is profane

to me is tethered.

With emptiness and despair

I am forever intertwined

hearts in need of repair

I count as trophies of mine.

My existance is perception

temporary and transient

I do not aim for redemption

my presence is permanent.

 

 

Poetry

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