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No remorse,
No mourning,
No regrets,
Nothing needed,
at my desolation, my funeral, my Death;
Not even thou nor pieces of thine.
On that day,
the day where the guillotine shall be raised over my head,
and at the moment before my beheading,
I wish thou not be there,
I wish thou not see me weak,
I wish thou not see me suffer,
See me falter and hesitate...
I wish thee not.
For it is my tear, and my weak being,
that shall shed the light on yours.
So,
I wish you not be there,
for if you were,
then only death shall do us part.
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Pieces of Mind
Poetry#66 in poetry 5/11/17 ~~~ Yet something hasn't changed, for I still wished I could pulverize into atoms, and become the air you breathe in... ~~~ From when she made me human...
