I feel every single word
they slice the edges of my soul
I bleed syllables,
consonants and vowels
dripping onto parchment.
they slice the edges of my soul
I bleed syllables,
consonants and vowels
dripping onto parchment.
look at my blood flowers, because I write with a serene sharp blade that soothes. as much as cuts into the deepest parts of my soul
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