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Feb 2021
dying red rose petals
darkened at their tips,
become crushed between
my pointed white teeth.
their acrid floral blood
drips from my tongue,
and i wonder once more
what my purpose is here;
why am i still fighting
for a life i don't want to
live anymore?
i ate a rose. it tasted like heartbreak.
nevaeh
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nevaeh  20/F/home
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