Ingrown - Poem by Unic Cjonr
Washed by the sheets.
The corn who sides by my thorns.
Stabbed in the back.
The place where demons are to scared to attack.
Where winter is normal.
Where fear rains abnormal.
The ice around my soul was reborn.
Felt, the heat in cold.
Sweet has never sugared bold.
Delt the sixes of spades.
Won the site to my grave.
Where demons dwell in fear.
Where I have lost my tears.
I call the hive.
Sweet sugar coated candy.
Death has her throne.
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