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A poem- Until
3 months ago · · Poetry,
I will play your game until my fingers bleed,
Until the dice no longer rolls.
I will walk in your shoes until my feet ache,
Until the path is trodden deep into the earth.
I will be your puppet until my arms are weak,
Until the very strings break.
I will fulfil your dreams until they become reality,
Until they are as real as we are.
I will drink your potions until they no longer affect me,
Until they become a pure as water.
I will relight your flame until mine burns out,
Until I am left with a charcoal match.
I will feel your knife cut into my skin until I can feel it no more
Until I bleed no more.