I sharpen my nails with my teeth
trying to carve out a new form
leaving skin shavings
I tie up roses with wire
amusing the thought of b
The smell of rain
shaking the foundation
I'm merely a breath away from living
Stems intertwining
thoughts shining with their abscence
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"Stop trying so hard"
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am I finished? I don't know..
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