Irony. (a poem)


embrace me, the cold winds
like two strands of single life
never setting free,
entwined together, forever,
and living on each other’s soul,
engulfing, leaving behind
a carcass soaked in grief,
I beseech thee, to hold upon me
till my every breath
decays…

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