How could I be content?
I chased you,
I caught you.
Once I had you,
I left.
Do you regret the time we spent?
You were soft,
tender.
My fire grew,
I burnt you up,
Until there was nothing left I loved.
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Content, August 25th
this is an apology to him, of all people
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Aries Poetry
Poetryaries: the ram. brave, selfish, fierce, protective, conceited. the champion of the zodiac.
