You were armed with charm

How was i to be calm?

Your soul had stains of lives

And choice to move selves

While mine stood statuesque

Unblemished and dead

Your nerves left a world

that i dreamt to behold

The spark lit, built lies

and Left me feeling less

That i finally felt the scar

Atropos planned before.


@ARTEMIS

 

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