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One
Swinging fists of hail,
and unrepressed darkness,
unwilling
before
to give into all that
I've wanted,
too scared of the hope
that might make this heart bloom,
too aware of the
thorn-covered
stems
that are guarding.
To
overcome this
I became one with
the blighting darkness,
pulsating
inside
me.
But all I crave
is to press myself
to the feel of you, and never feel
another thing
again.
You reach within me,
tear through
the thorned stems,
slowing the pressure
from a grown,
beating
hope.
Once believing before that I was meant for such darkness,
but soon understanding - you're all I've ever wanted.
I will
overcome this,
to become one with
your soul that shines brightly,
lighting
way deep inside...
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