Just another beautifully broken memory to write about.
What a sad little story, of a flower that bloomed just to die
And in this very void, in this very hole you will find
That another childless woman so quietly resides.
Sitting, she was hopeful.
Standing, she was flooded.
Dancing, she was living.
or forever hold your peace.
and all quite spectacularly due to the terrifying fact that i think it is because I love you.
She waded in with the waves at her knees
But now she,
Is a thousand lies deep.
I have aunties I have buried
And now I’m trying to find the time
How especially sacred
feeling slightly better
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