and maybe i froze when
you touched me like that
we are animals,
the two of us,
and the prey always believe
that if they do not move,
they will not
be hurt.
i know i've posted this before but i wanted to post it again because i love it so much -B
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
