staring at this blank paper
that may satiate its starving gaps
with my pain as viands
and my tears as water,
because hearing your beloved mother
be proud of someone else's daughter
was too bitter for me to savor
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
staring at this blank paper
that may satiate its starving gaps
with my pain as viands
and my tears as water,
because hearing your beloved mother
be proud of someone else's daughter
was too bitter for me to savor
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