Tissue paper and withered rose petal skin, moisture sucked out
One day my skin will become closer to them
Than to the freshly rained on peonies
In my front yard
Our bodies become earth even as we
Breathe
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
