there was a fetus once
but that was taken care of
blushing bride
night before night before
marriage
she burnt her journals
before rose petals
escaped from her
wrists
blushing bride
night before night before
marriage
she burnt her journals
before rose petals
escaped from her
wrists
5 Comments:
feels like getting hit in the stomache,
but by such a beautiful fist.
denielle said it well
good stuff carly
i like the poetry
your writting
keep making the word
a better
place through words
oof
Never burn your journals.
profound..
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