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What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.

Gemma Iversen

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and watch me spark like a match tossed to tinder.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Angry Fools Myself Reaction Shame
And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.
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Arms Comfortable Myself Safety Search Skin
Rise and shine, rise and shine. Fractious hope in life divine. Rise and flicker, rise and fade. Til’ death’s clasp I can’t evade.
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Death Divine Hope Life Myself Rise Shine
I’ve brought myself back to life more times than I can remember. And when I say I brought myself back, I mean, I have clawed, clambered and coaxed myself from the precipice of self destruction.
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Hard Time Life Myself Remember Struggle Time
I wished for nothing more than the warm crushing of your hold. It would be strong enough to shield me from the world as I grew old.
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Hold Myself Protection Warm World Yourself
But are they protection or a cage? These ribs that ensnare my heart so.
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Cage Heart Myself Protection
And just like that, fostered beneath the stars. curated by moonlight, our love became incarnate.
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Beneath Love Moon Stars
Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.
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Body Burn Darkness Mirror Poetry Sacred See Temple Word
Deep within, I still exist; a brighter, happy me. Just look beyond my outer casing.
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Appearance Beyond Brightness Deep Existence Happiness Myself
You don’t deserve her, but the least you can do is damned well love her.
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Deserve Love Worth Yourself
Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.
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Angry Beautiful Person Study
I was told I could break free if I wanted to. That my wings would mend with time. But how can I mend a part of me that was never built to weather a storm?
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Break Build Freedom Healing Myself Storm Wings
I couldn’t care less how much money a person has, or what their job title is. Show me a person who seeks out the beauty in a wreckage; who’ll take the remnants of their troubles and stitch a sail from the tatters.
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Beautiful Care Job Money Myself Person Relationship Wreckage Yourself
Do I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.
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Bright Myself Need Seek Warm Water
You pack your whole life away as many times as I have, and it’s no more than routine. But in you I’ve found a home, more so than anywhere I’ve been.
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Home Life Myself Time
Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Break Color Myself Sorrow Surprise Wreckage

What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.

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What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.

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