to stop
and not and never again
(shall I)
and I vow
to regret my return to the
place
that once, continually,
upon I fell
to kiss the ground
that I grovel upon
to satisfy my crave
to be
a martyr.
What hast thou, life, for me?
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i have long envied the writers of myth and dreamed of living in ancient times so my words would shape our most primal memories
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