the scars she sew into herself were harmless,
dragging the thread of power and lies through her flesh.
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To The World
Poésie"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
S C A R S
the scars she sew into herself were harmless,
dragging the thread of power and lies through her flesh.
