Mar Somera Jan 6
i'm not a writer, not really
all i do is sit in front of an open notebook
and slash at wounds that haven't yet healed
until they bleed
Mar Somera Nov 2017
You are a garden
Growing between fragile bones
How lovely you are
Mar Somera Oct 2017
Let it be my quiet rebellion
to keep loving a world
that doesn't have space in it for loving.
Mar Somera Sep 2016
Even in my wildest dreams, you are a pipe dream.

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