i wonder what lies underneath our ribcages and i see you and i think that underneath yours is sparkling waterfalls and flowers and butterflies and you look at me and you make me believe even for just a second that underneath mine is more than just cobwebs and dying moths
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FLAWED MOTION (a writing collection)
Poesía"i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist." © xelena clarisse, 2015 highest: #104 in poetry
