Shedding Petals: Wrongly Written ›
I would bore you with my
Sad little excerpts of my life,
Wishes that are dangerous,
Pitiful hopes and dreams.
Couldn’t it be easier if I stood
In the middle of a storm,
Drinking up the rain to wash
My insides clean?
I need a purity,
But these words only say that,
The ink can only spread…
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