rows.
i'm gonna be a bitch.......
[cold, jagged, cut as out of shape as anything. lungs scratched from screaming and the outer body experiences]
i'm gonna be a wildflower......
[petals spiking to the sun all which ways depending what time of day if the water hit the spot and if my strength is still all there]
i'm gonna be the scissors pointing upward in your palm and in your mind
puncturing the memories.
i'm no longer.
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