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Sep 2018
I was the Iron Maiden,
alchemized flesh
Only knowing hardness
and pain.
I've been the thorns,
spikesΒ Β that did nothing
but drew blood
from gentle touches.
The waves were my hair
dragging you into the undertow
of my tumultuous thoughts.
But
eventually,
all waves recede
leaving a blueprint
for growth to follow
close behind.
The brain prompt is well-being and growth.
Written by
Arima  F/New Haven
(F/New Haven)   
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