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A Poem by Emilia Cole

Leveled and heated
Cuts are bleeding 
Healing of the wounds they see misleading
Crying in a place of despair to release it all
As not to let them see your weakness 
Pulling in desperate tractions to cause your fall
Lifting and letting go
But pain has made you a host
Parties of the damned and deaths of those few saints
Live and let live is but a idea
Pain torment and hate is reality
Love could be an illusion
But that aside we both know paradise would be hell

© 2017 Emilia Cole


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Emilia  Cole
Emilia Cole

Clayton,Watertown, NY



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