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- Your Final Gift at allpoetry
. - Dusk at allpoetry
. - Home at allpoetry
I belong,
where windmills turn - Forsaken at allpoetry
You breathe out, in heavy sighs, - The last something that meant anything at allpoetry
. - Nurtured at allpoetry
Starving, my body had long ached, - Uneasy Steps at allpoetry
. - Stifled at allpoetry
I feel your breath raising hairs at the nape of my neck. - Forbidden at allpoetry
. - Putrid at allpoetry
There is a familiar smell of decay sleeping in my nostrils
