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Denuded; denuded was my soul, with all that there was to it. Everything that I touch; withers without falter— every time I water these withered flowers.

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Written by

ShannonSoeganda

29 / GQ / Jakarta

For You?

Written by

ShannonSoeganda

29 / GQ / Jakarta

Published

Dec 30, 2024

Time

1m

Notes: Think it’s best for me to live alone under my own rules.

In the name of the Godfather,
in the Begotten Son,
and the Unseen Spirit,

Amen.
Tags: #withering #withered #flower #withers #denuded #denude

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