The Hate Of Dreams Poem by Jared Ashby
The Hate Of Dreams
Desires of the heart
-----a great peril,
I perfer a whip to the longing for a kiss.
A steady breath in the darkness,
The beat of the night.
When the knives come for me,
From the
--depths within,
Clawing
--the surface.
The burning pulls my soul to the heavens,
and the breath of reality
--plumits it down to the hard crash of Earth.
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