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Jun 2020
I strip myself of these tattered clothes,
And seek refuge in you.

Breathing out this aged agony,
For in your breath I am anew.

I refuse to rot with the moon,
For, I've met the sun.

He introduced me to my imperfections,
and the beauty held within them.

So, instead of rotting,
I flourish.

It will never be over soon,
For, I am eternal when I'm with you.
Raw Growth
mel
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mel  17/F/Pennsylvania
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