Feb 2015
The pain rushes from the depth of my *****,
and into my bones;
the flutters that were once sweet in my guts,
are now belligerent ruptured tears
that unseeingly bleed.
and into my bones;
the flutters that were once sweet in my guts,
are now belligerent ruptured tears
that unseeingly bleed.
(Moon)
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