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Console Me

Its my heart and soul bursting out

Hold me close

Let my tears run like the river bed

Drying it like soft cotton clouds

It hurts deeply

So deeply

It burns like an outed cigarette bud

In ashes

Black like charcoal

Console me

My frail voice chants

My fragile heart is diagnose

Broken

Torn

Ripped like old quilt sheets

I am no more Goddess of love

Like Greek or Roman mythology

I am in a dilapidated state

That my body perfumed

By rosary scent is now

Stench of hate

Withering like black roses

Console me

I whispered

As my throat becomes dry

Of the long tears

That rips the socket from my eyes

Burning red like the abuse of marijuana

For years of torment

A play back

Like 9/11 explosion

Hold me close

Let my tears run like the river bed

Drying it like soft cotton clouds

It hurts deeply

So deeply

It burns like an outed cigarette bud

In ashes

Black like charcoal

Console me

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