Look at my blood flowers, because I write with a serene sharp blade that soothes. as much as cuts into the deepest parts of my soul.
words sliced open spilling sticky syllables.
The rhythmic drip, drip, dripping of rain from the eaves blends with constant soft, sweet whispers of countless drops kissing the leaves.
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