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He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
 Sep 2020 Ariana Solo
yellowgogh
little she did know,
her bruises had been
the fertile soil of
wildly beautiful flowers
and, her tears had watered them
to not just be a season bloom,
but a forever spring.

— The End —