Genderless flower

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Genderless flower..

There is no identity..

Nor any ounce of relief..

Just a bone crushing sense of acceptance..

Regret stumbles upon the inexcusable.

As desires begin to taste of arsenic..

Intestines burns...

And the body turns into a puddle of nothingness...

Forever shapeless..

Shamelessly accepting the void.

- Mello Sakia

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