Higher than high invisible chains disguise the pain strap across my wrist in veins, tainted hypocrites poisoned blood no glove protecting the dove is no longer white...
Still a messenger but lost its purity
Over a man with his hidden insecurities or a need to be perfect for the next wife purity.... in my poems my tears are SECURED
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