Nine
Nine.
So mournful.
Yet, dripping with growth.
Give me no mercy, once again.
Nine.
That wretched time.
Away from myself.
Fountain of lies.
That oddity awoken.
A part of me, then, died.
Replacing certainty with unknown plans.
The fear eternally alive.
Nine...
poem by Aaron Lynn
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