rose
petal by petal
glissades to the
ground
you cant make
a dead rose
bloom
again
leech
a leech's wet teeth
latched to my leg
i yank and toss it back
into the water
but it always
comes back
and its my fault
for the
cheekboney look
and blood loss
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poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
