thinking of you is
thin glass vines
for fingers to trace and
hold
it is a fragile thing
sharp and delicate
rose petals and thorns
(i handle the thought of you with care)
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Dysphoria
Poesie"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
