he handpicked the words
that tore her down
from the gardens of hell
that blossomed pain
— the fields where the pain blooms
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Poetryi'll let you drag me to hell if it means you'll hold my hand ©yorairo / poetry
seventeen
he handpicked the words
that tore her down
from the gardens of hell
that blossomed pain
— the fields where the pain blooms
