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brynna Jan 2021
guilt has not but one form,
but thousands
some persist in prolonged periods;
prowling through the past programs of the mind
while many blow wind in your eyes,
each time the sun goes down
not the best, but as i am suffering from covid i have learned more about guilt than i thought possible
brynna Dec 2020
sun through the window,
the beat of your heart
through your white wedding dress,
i trace reflections art
brynna Dec 2020
my body is but a canvas
for my blades to construct upon
TW: Self Harm
brynna Dec 2020
if i fill you with my love,
will you eventually match my heartbeat;
from the ground above?
brynna Dec 2020
the snow is as still as silence
our fingers intertwine;
but not in the way i aspire
brynna Dec 2020
i'm tightening the belt
meanwhile,
he's got you so smitten you could melt
brynna Dec 2020
i got it all wrong
and i must say;
the agony is unlike any cut
yeah
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