『°☁︎ ⇄:*˚:｡☁︎*.We stroke our polymer facades on a branch treading intricate threads of our ruptured human societies.
We dismantle our shells to shoot out pleasing words, while our vulnerability sinks underground;inert and inanimate .In us, vacant mo...
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rues on our caskets. In the epiphany of our demise we layed there in fields-demure,feminal,luscious, tender.
The premises of our serene layering onto the grim grip of an odious cessation were the sociology of gender. Branches haul from grass onto a thoraic cavity - to bond into a ribcage where our protection meant our insanity Our objection through calamity was rejection into the demeanor of conformity visions . We are crushed underneath: cherry blossoms on our surface,yet grue tongues of dirt .
spit .
Grue intolerance, wails and havoc.
No,we weren't melodious sirens or innocence personified .
Our guts far too sunken into exile.
Yet close.
Branches long gone
But the war isn't over.
Loss,grief,death,rememberance
You soak the pictures in silver ,that you captured so ruthlessly of our caskets,of our maidens,of our women.
Our paradox is far greater than being your possession .
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