I was a stick;
You used me by burning me,
I helped keep warm,
But I never realized,
I was losing myself,
And turning into ashes,
Which you left to rot.
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It's been a while.
Jiali 🐢
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Poetry"The heart is like a seed; You can nourish it, So it grows into a tree And puts roots of trust in you deep, Or you can crumple it, So it simply dies, For it were never meant to be in unourishing soil." ~ Jiali Thakkar [Photograph in the cover taken...
