Plant this pain within your womb; all the emotions at it's finest print and all these senses at it's developing core
Flower this soul with it's remaining roots
Dry and brittle
But worth saving.
Spring this heart into a fern but firm with steadiness. Birth this development into belief.
By: Ilah Relaire
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 11:24 AM UTC
Plant this pain within your womb; all the emotions at it's finest print and all these senses at it's developing core
Flower this soul with it's remaining roots
Dry and brittle
But worth saving.
Spring this heart into a fern but firm with steadiness. Birth this development into belief.
By: Ilah Relaire
By my other self
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