
v. SWELL
I burnt my rageful soul in your pond of love,
Thinking my wounds would submerge & perish
Believing bare bruises might cure with suffering solitude.
And you proved me incorrect,
An alluring dagger seductive to my mind,
This 'love' scorched my heart instead
Your pond of love made of Fire,
too made my scars swell.
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