Jan 2016
The blood circulates
Inside my cheeks, it makes me red.
How I missed the blush.
Butterfly flapping,
He tears my ribs to pieces.
Exposing the heart.
Inside my cheeks, it makes me red.
How I missed the blush.
Butterfly flapping,
He tears my ribs to pieces.
Exposing the heart.
Two senryu
(21/M/Salt Lake City)
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