Scourge: A Poetry Collection

∞ 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄 ∞

I have Scourged your soul,

While you drew on me,

So intricately.

All I can ask for,

Is forgiveness,

Which I don’t deserve anymore.

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You are the honey,

Which seeps in,

My crevices.

I cannot love you enough,

For the sweetness,

You have given me.

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Published on 20/02/2021