I once mistook the fresh soil you poured down my throat for butterflies. But love should not crawl deep inside you And tie your vocal chords in knots.
Gardens now infest my lungs in the same ****** place where you carefully dug yourself a grave. I make bouquets with the flowers that burst from the rotting marrow of your bones. ββyour absence taught me fertilityβ
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