Life is not fair? Compared to what?
Life is the needle and the thread,
vilified for the pain of sutured wounds.
If death is the end
of this delusion,
let him come.
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Blood Orange Periphery / 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
Poetry❝The calm in my marrow spoke in muted bursts of fireworks. I was born for explosions and trying to be less.❞ Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. Th...
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Life is not fair? Compared to what?
Life is the needle and the thread,
vilified for the pain of sutured wounds.
If death is the end
of this delusion,
let him come.
