please, no more
squeezing this brittle-boned
shrivel-hearted miser
the heart will expand on its own
the skeleton become pliable
the mind blown away
along with the brown leaves
nature will do her deed
still, I cannot conceive
this birthing
of a new me
Friday, July 13, 2018
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