thorns without the rose
shred to pieces
the tender flesh of the soul
as a hand outreached
goes untouched
by increasing disgust
and backs face
an upturned face glistening
with tears for love -
only love,
and nothing more.

sorry not sorry? also... my interview went well yesterday so i'm really happy... now... just time to stress over admissions (idk if i can even get in but might as well try, am i right?)


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