Hurt blooms in my chest
Not the sharp stabs of a spear
But the festering of an old sickness, an old wound
It fills my chest with rotting blood
This is a breaking point I foresaw long ago
It seems like the end of an era
The falling of Rome
The ending of a friendship, it strikes close to home
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Author:
Sugiura Asuna (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's complicated
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