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Oct 2014
I don't know how to be close
I paint myself in colors, expecting love to come
To only find an idea destroyed, broken into crumbs

When love meets me, more gleeful than ever
Dull and nuetral I become, distant and unfamiliar
Curl up, roll inside myself, harden shell, dismembered mind

I guess I never really wanted love
Written by
Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
(122/Non-binary/Death's Door)   
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