all that's left is a pile of shattered bones to rearrange. no skin, no tears, just a broken skeletal structure of you that i try desperately to repair.
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deflorationis
Puisian anthology of short fictional stories that came from the darkest caverns of my mind, or perhaps were inspired by the sunniest of days. © Moonlitsadness, 2015
bones
all that's left is a pile of shattered bones to rearrange. no skin, no tears, just a broken skeletal structure of you that i try desperately to repair.
