Martyrdom’s Thorn

The dreaded day is coming,
it makes the poet cringe.
Their ink is overflowing,
all the world will binge.
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Heartfelt words sculpted,
sent to loved ones who are dear.
Stress is soon to peak,
the deadline’s growing near.
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“I love you” bought and sold,
drug stores sell out fast.
But first the prediction,
then the shadows cast.
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Winter winds still blowing,
heat’s felt in the heart.
The pressure now’s building,
for another Valentines’ start.

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