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An Abuse

By Lily Estrada

My most beautiful curse: your love. That

you might send your white knight,

Brandishing sword and smitten light

In defense of my morality, mortality, my haven. But

my head rings at the sound of your bells, And I

choke on every word of your songs.

Even after walking away, I see you

Through glass stained with my blood. I

no longer want to kneel to you

To be deserving of your love.

I do not want to beg when I see no wrong. Yet

without your love I fall, your curse.

How do I admit, I favor the love of your Dark

knight. He at least acknowledges me.


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