though hot tears stain my cheeks
though empty sobs were entrapped by my sheets
though rough hands muffled my speech
though my desperate hands tried to reach
I still chose to willingly stand on my feet
despite my cracked knuckles and broken ribs
drakoyne 彡
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Ivy Indigo
Poetrya short poetic story of an ivy whose roots climbed the wrong walls, and yet found home in another's house of stone.
