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Blood stained washcloth wiping away at a soul stained in secrets how do you wipe the canvas clean without having to burn it You adorn the swan that holds coffins under its wings, truths you wouldn't have found above water You adorn the swan that masquerades it's elegance,claws that found their way to your heart You adorn the swan that protects it's beauty for that's all it had,a gaze that left you with shame Tethered robes that screamed struggle Soiled jewels that told mistakes I didn't want repeated Torn photos,moments of regret I kept hidden under the bed Doesn't it look beautiful
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Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 10:57 PM UTC
Doesn't the swan look beautiful
Blood stained washcloth wiping away at a soul stained in secrets how do you wipe the canvas clean without having to burn it You adorn the swan that holds coffins under its wings, truths you wouldn't have found above water You adorn the swan that masquerades it's elegance,claws that found their way to your heart You adorn the swan that protects it's beauty for that's all it had,a gaze that left you with shame Tethered robes that screamed struggle Soiled jewels that told mistakes I didn't want repeated Torn photos,moments of regret I kept hidden under the bed Doesn't it look beautiful
Hi,I think this is fire and I hope you heard what I was saying Thanks yall
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19/M/South Africa
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 10:57 PM UTC
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