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Illustration by @luciesalgado
Your remnants are impaled in me.
Sickening and torturing
Like a spade through the silent grass
Cutting down through its roots
Rupturing its own ground
Killing its own senses
When will this be healed?
When the only way to breathe out_____
Is to breathe you in....
This came from my random reflection of what i observed from my community. Just read it :)
0037 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Updated on October 08, 2017
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