Stabby Stabby
if love
is the knife
pressed gently to the heart,
then trust is surely
the hand that grips it
posted by Iudex Yasha at 1:36 PM
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
if love
is the knife
pressed gently to the heart,
then trust is surely
the hand that grips it
posted by Iudex Yasha at 1:36 PM
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