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Heirloom Weight.


I have an heirloom coat,

Sewn into ready armor

Which is heavier with time,

And added to in people.

So that I alone

Can bear the weight,

It protects me from kindness.

Cultivating an unending emptiness

For the inheritance of darkness.

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Categories: Blogging, chronic illness, Creative Writing, horror, Musings, Poem, Poetry, WritingTags: , , , , , , , ,

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