The flesh in her mind,
Hold the cuts that are deepest.
These bloody red lines,
Mark the times that she hides deep,
Deep down; waiting to be found.
P.G
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Authors note
wow I tried out doing a tanka and it is pretty challenging but think I did okay:)))
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Poems//Paris Grose
PoesíaLittle poems about life and shit. Will update at least once a week
