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Oct 2020
she walked with dandelion dust
on her shoes

knowing the cost of everything
and the price of

nothing

she was told once,
that they were weeds

that they should be killed off
to allow the grass to grow

but she knew that nothing would grow from death’s kiss

(yes, she knew that, at least...)
Emma Elisabeth Wood
Written by
Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
(F/UK)   
78
   Ivana
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