Somewhere within her,
Maybe
In the marrow of her bones . . .
There are a thousand cities.
And yet
She speaks of chaos
As if she doesn't know
What lies beneath
Her chest.
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Somewhere within her,
Maybe
In the marrow of her bones . . .
There are a thousand cities.
And yet
She speaks of chaos
As if she doesn't know
What lies beneath
Her chest.
