I carried with me the touch of every man
across my flaccid body like seeds pinned onto a strawberry,
bitterness dotted my skin and
made everything that it held onto, sour
The ripened fruit that possessed a sweet temptation but
hid within secrets and damages from the water it fed onto.
At the call of the one who remember's their dead lover one is alive despite being dead the perishable body shall only hold onto a few...
Staring at the ruined canvas with colours she detest and forms she'd never digest to view any longer, she slathered fresh hues to cover...
let it flow through you, acknowledge it, the suffering shall also have place in your thoughts now Eventually will give root to wisdom and...
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