im so tired of walking around with splinters in my chest and blood on my fingers seeping from skin i tore trying to bandage myself up
tired of cinnamon words that lose their warmth and bodies that dont burn bright n hot
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tyrants
Poetrythe kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023
