𓇢𓆸I am no poet, only a girl
who cracks words like lashes
against her own tender flesh.
I bare my wounds for those
who find beauty
in the art of breaking
—and healing.— lia luna
ᴀʟʟ ɪʟʟᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍɪᴅᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ
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