Vernatus

My mind always gave birth
to ever-so-joyous and lively words
But those words, kill themselves
everytime they were produced
by their mother, my mind
The same words,
reborn, they were, to my life
My life, their second mother
Now cruel, those words are
Now dark, those words are
It’s a cycle, they always will be

-Kaya

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