expansive, fragile, shapeshifting,
my ribs crack open
so you can see the golden flecks inside me
and cry glass tears on my collarbone
the sharp edges of your faux diamonds scar me
but they are kinder than the rings that circle my heart
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
expansive, fragile, shapeshifting,
my ribs crack open
so you can see the golden flecks inside me
and cry glass tears on my collarbone
the sharp edges of your faux diamonds scar me
but they are kinder than the rings that circle my heart
difficult to read and understand but i understand it so that's all that matters (this is obviously an invalid thing to say ahh)
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