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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.

Gemma Iversen

I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.
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Beautiful Deliver Happiness Pain Verse Word Wrap
I am so sorry that my feelings have the audacity to not be contained within one short sentence.
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Audacity Feeling Myself Short
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
Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.
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Break Color Myself Sorrow Surprise Wreckage
A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
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Doubt Inspirational Seed Strength Suspicious Worry
To all those I have loved and left, please know, it wasn’t you. For though I’d not wish you bereft, this heart seeks pastures new.
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Break Up Connection Heart Love Myself Seek
Welcome to the heart of me, the purest, uncut parts of me. These inmost fragments that you see, from pain and passion came to be, in blemished, unclothed intimacy, existing here as poetry.
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Existing Fragment Heart Intimacy Poetry Purity
And just like that, fostered beneath the stars. curated by moonlight, our love became incarnate.
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Beneath Love Moon Stars
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
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
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
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
And if it’s true that trust, like happiness is a choice, then I’ll take this leap of faith.
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Choice Faith Happiness True Trust
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
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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End Feature Game Hate Love Yourself
Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.
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Attitude Break Up Fly Freedom Lost Relationship Yourself

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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