This poetry is dedicated for MichinNochu. Thank you for your votes and for reading a few of my poetries. May you plant fresh memories in the future!!!
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The house and its bleak walls,
Empty halls and broken frames,
It's all compiled in her bleeding organ,
Even the vines of frozen memories,
Bound - upon her heart.
Vomit it child!
I say vomit it out your throat,
Choke your neck, force it!
Spew out those memories that are stuck...
In your organs like stubborn weeds,
Then plant and water anew,
For you heart deserves flowers,
Rather than the wilted ones that are yet,
To let go of you.
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"How nice it would be to vomit - those nasty scars and lingering photographs of the long unspoken past..."
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Poetry"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
