the healing power of renewal is like the brightest sun breaking through the clouds
a purgatory limerick
By Mescaline BrissetPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read
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all doubts dispelled
in that one particular moment the sun yelled
yanked the mast
every inch torn apart, a stupefied blast
my scattered limbs gelled
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