I cleansed my wounds with purifying water
one that made my flesh stiffle and move..
I cleansed my wounds with purifying water
that of which made me cleanse my heart with tears..
I cleansed my wounds with purifying water
loving each spec of my skin; careful for it to tear apart..
I cleansed my wounds with purifying water
only to find that my complexion enlightened and undimmed from the dark..
I cleansed my wounds with purifying water
and thought that maybe I was an angel from the heavens above..
I cleansed my wounds with purifying water
accepting each consequence and outcome.
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Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁