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I satiated myself with thoughts of you, your breath lingering over my body in my mind, touching myself, wishing you were there.
I thought you were different yet you were worse than the others.
My soul is now free as I have ripped you from my heart.
The wound is still there but the mending has begun.
I shall be reborn.
Excerpt from "Blooming Flowers, Broken Branches"
"I broke myself in bloom
Wishing for an heirloom
Red like my burning heart
Black like my memory
Of you."
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