Butch Femme · Love · poetry · spiritual · Universe

Your Last Sigh

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do not let your last meal be regret
in the midnight of the mind,
when your spirit would scream for the past,
where your heart would be misaligned,
for only one way can be obeyed,
just one during all your time,
throw away the masks you’ve made
within that forest one can go blind,
don’t lose the breath you have, to hate,
don’t pass by the paths, though hard to find,
there is today to make it right,
you can choose truth or a lie,
don’t let life drain away the light,
let your soul be filled and purple smokelove be your last sigh..

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