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Jun 2020
like a depraved, wild thing
I ripped my heart from my chest
and slammed it on the floor

“there!”
I said!

do your ******* worst

for I am no longer tied
to all that once kept me alive

I will rise from the dirt
like a sunflower

growing, growing, reaching
for the light
Emma Elisabeth Wood
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Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
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