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rose petals tumble from these lipsMy cheeks are printed
with rose petals.
They are all I have left, crushed
against my flesh.
It's cracking beneath the crimson petals,
the porcelain of you and I.
Please hold on a little longer.
Please glue what these bones of ours
could not keep together.
Are you a cat person or a dog person?
𐎀 I personally have both, but I definitely lean more on the dog side!May
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love...