Birth
on one personal pain...
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The catastrophe of the night,
ravished me with a meteorite,
of the heavenly space.
I welled up, as an emotion,
unexampled, inexplicable,
I felt highly vulnerable.
The dark barbarian has his hands,
and legs and his whole body,
rested upon my flesh,
crushing it down the earth.
I cried, I spewed out my stomach,
my eyes came out of the skull,
my skin ripped off and my mind,
left alone, like an emotion inexplicable.
I cried.
Tears turned to blood.
And I knew the morning was coming.
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