I never expected you to get under my skin,
but now your name runs trough my veins
and I can't help but let every
part of you in.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrythis is the recipe of life said my mother as she held me in her arms as i wept think of those flowers you plant in the garden each year they will teach you that people too must wilt fall root rise in order to bloom - rupi kaur
