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Oct 2018
By brush strokes, our
bones blended together in tones
of egg white and taupe.
Irreversible.

To an ancient growth, dislocated,
dead weight wrapped around my knuckle-
a promise, or a reminder of
permanence.

I am with you;
vines grasping desperately onto anything
whisper sweet things, "please
Stay."
Zoe Averill Ren
Written by
Zoe Averill Ren  24/F/FL
(24/F/FL)   
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