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Don’t Make Me Care, Queen | Poem

I think to lose again,

On a way to lost memories,

Queen, I shouldn’t be close enough,

There’s a history of destruction.

Deathra, I’m scared to accept,

The kindness I’m offered,

The moment it turns,

I’m destroying this world.

Tell me a story,

About a man, sick and looking,

In a way of words; unloved,

When do I look for you?

Queen, stay amid sanity!

Deathra, come tonight,

That can’t wait to happen!

The intensity of love is here!

©sjwordsmith

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